[bad word] 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 heard he sang 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. 
 [bad word] 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 one out loud. 
I prayed that he would finish but he 
just kept right on... 
 [bad word] 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 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. 
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] my pain, he was singing 
my song. 

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 ... 
With his song ...