Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly With His Song
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
I heard he sang a good
song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see
him, to listen for a while
And there he was, this
young boy, a stranger to my eyes
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
I felt all flushed
with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he'd 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
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
But he was there, this
stranger, singing clear and loud
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
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