Killing Me Softly With Her 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

I heard she sang a good song, I heard she had a style, And so I came to see her, To listen for a while . . . And there she was this young girl, A stranger to my eyes . . . Strummin' my pain with her fingers, Singin' my life with her words, Killing me