Killing Me Softly
                          
                               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 songs
  Killing me softly with his songs
  Telling my whole life with his words
  Killing me softly with his songs
  
  I felt all blushed 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
  
  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
  And he just kept on singing
  Singing clear and strong
  
  Strumming my pain with his fingers
  Singing my life with his words
  Killing me softly with his songs
  Killing me softly with his songs
  Telling my whole life with his words
  Killing me softly with his songs