Lyrics
I felt all flushed with fever, killing me softly with his song Roberta, strumming my pain with his fingers
singing my life with his words
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on, strumming my pain with his fingers
Strumming my pain with his fingers, strumming my pain with his fingers, killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words, strumming my pain with his fingers
embarrassed by the crowd
Strumming my pain with his fingers, killing me softly with his song, i prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on
i felt all flushed with fever
Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song, singing my life with his words Me, telling my whole life with his words
I felt he found my letters and read, and then he looked right through me as if i wasn t there
Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song
Singing my life with his words, singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song, singing my life with his words, killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song, killing me softly with his song Song, killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song, i felt all flushed with fever
Telling my whole life with his words, and there he was this young boy
each one out loud
Killing me softly with his song, strumming my pain with his fingers Softly, a stranger to my eyes
Killing me softly with his song, i felt all flushed with fever Flack, he was singing my song
He was strumming my pain, and there he was this young boy
Each one out loud, 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
A stranger to my eyes, telling my whole life with his words Song, killing me softly with his song
clear and strong
killing me softly with his song
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on, embarrassed by the crowd, i heard he had a style
Clear and strong, killing me softly with his song
strumming my pain with his fingers
And there he was this young boy, killing me softly with his song
Singing my life with his words, and then he looked right through me as if i wasn t there Flack, killing me softly with his song
Strumming my pain with his fingers, killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song, killing me softly with his song