I heard she sang a good song

I heard she had a style

And so I came to see her

And listen for a while

And there she was, this young girl

stranger to my eyes
 [bad word] my pain with her fingers

Singing my life with her words

Killing me softly with her song

Killing me softly with her song

Telling my whole life with her words

Killing me softly with her song

I felt all flushed with fever

Embarrassed by the crowd

I felt she found my letters

And read each one out loud

I prayed that she would finish

But she just kept right on
 [bad word] my pain with her fingers

Oh, singing my life with her words

Killing me softly with her song

Killing me softly with her song

Telling my whole life with her words

Killing me softly with her song

She sang as if she knew me

In all the God despair

And then she looked right through me

As if I wasn't there

And she just kept on singing

Singing clear and strong
 [bad word] my pain with her fingers

Singing my life with her words

Killing me softly with her song

Killing me softly with her song

Telling my whole life with her words

Killing me softly with her song
 [bad word] my pain with her fingers

Singing my life with her words

Killing me softly with her song

Killing me softly with her song

Telling my whole life with her words

Killing me softly with her song