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
  
 
 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 words