Killing Me Softly

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 he was, this young girl,
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…

She sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then she looked right through me
As if I wasn’t there
And she just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong