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 softlywith her song

Telling my whole life with her words

Killing me softlywith 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 softlywith her song

Telling my whole life with her words

Killing me softlywith her song . . .



She sang as if she knew me

In all my dark despair

And then she looked right through me

As if I wasn't there . . .



But she was therethis 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 softlywith her song

Telling my whole life with her words

Killing me softlywith her song . . .



Killing me softlywith her song . . .