I heard he sang a good song,
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him,
and 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 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

ohh oh oh oh... ohhhhhhhhhh
aahhh la la ah ah ah ah.....
la la la la la la ohhhhh la la ah
oh oh oh laaaaaa ahhhhhhhhhh

ohhhh ohhh oh oh oh oh

Strumming my pain with his fingers, yes he was.
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