Killing Me Softly With Her Song

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 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 aloud . . .
I prayed that she would finish,
But she just kept right on . . .
Strummin my pain with her fingers,
Singin 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 . . .
She sang as if she knew me,
In all my dark despair,
And then she looked right through me,
As if i wasnt there . . .
But she was there, this stranger,
Singing clear and strong . . .
Strummin my pain with her fingers,
Singin 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 . . .
Killing me softly, with her song . . .