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 a young boy, 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 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

Oh
Oh, ah
La, la, la, la, la, la
Oh
La
Oh
La, la, la, la, la, la
La (la, la, la)

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song (la, la, la, la, la, la)
Killing me softly with his song (la, la)
Telling my whole life with his words (oh)
Killing me softly with his song (la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

We were strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words