Killing Me Softly With His Song Paroles

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, a young boy
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 onе out loud
I prayed that he would finish 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

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 was strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his song
Killing—