I heard she sang a good song

I heard she had a style

And so I came to see her and listen for a while

And there she was this young boy

Strumming my pain with her fingers

Singing my life with her words

Killing me softly with her song

Killing me softly with her song

Telling my whole life, with her words

Killing me softly with her song

I felt all flushed with fever

Embarrassed by the crowd

I felt she found my letters and read each one out loud

I prayed that he would finish

But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life, with his words

Killing me softly with his song

He sang as if he knew me

In all my dark despair

And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there

And he just kept on singing

Singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life, with his words

Killing me softly with his song