Lyrics Killing Me Softly - Billy Cobb

Killing Me Softly

Strumming my pain with his finger
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my own life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang the good song (good song)
I heard he had a style (he had a style)
And so I came to see him (To see him)
To listen for a while (For a while)
And there he was this young boy (There he was this young boy)
A stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his finger (one time)
Singing my life with his words (two time)
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my own life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I felt all flushed with fever (With fever)
Embarrassed by the crowd (Embarrassed by the crowd)
I felt he found my letters (My letters)
And read each one out loud (Out loud)
I prayed that he would finish (Finish)
But he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his finger (one time)
Singing my life with his words (two time)
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my own life with his words (ah)
Killing me softly with his song
Strumming my pain with his finger (one time)
Singing my life with his words (two times)
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my own life with his words
Killing me softly with his song