Killing Me Softly (Extended Version)

Rubbing my face 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 Rubbing my face 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 face 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 Oh, ooh, oh Woah, ooh-oh-oh, oh Na, na-na, la, la, la Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Na, na, na, ah Na, aah, aah, aah Strumming my face 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 face Yeah, he was singing my life 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 Stumming my face Yeah, he was singing my life 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)