Killing Me Softly
I heard he sang a good 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 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
- But he was that a stranger
- Singing 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
Comments 2
This is my favorite song. You have a good taste
My dad was created my taste of music I guess , I was found this song on his song list when I was a young girl 😁😁, anyway thank you ❤️