Killing Me Softly With His Song (The Four Performance)

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 Strumming 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 Strumming 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 Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me softly, woah Woah-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh La-la-la-la-la-la-da-da, oh-woah La-da-da-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh La-la-la-la-la-la, uh, uh With his song Strumming my pain with his fingers He was 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