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 flush with fever,embarrased 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... with his song      he sang as if he knew me, in all my dark despair   and then he looked right through me, as if i wasn't there   and he just kept on singin', singin' clear and strong      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      oooooooh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh    oh oh oh oh oh whoa ohh    la la la la la la la    whooooooooo laaaa whoa laaaa   whoooaa      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