歌词
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
I heard he had a good song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him, and listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy
A stranger to my eyes
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters, read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
[Verse 7]
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
Written by: Charles Fox, Norman Gimbel
