Roberta Flack - Killing me softly with his song
Tekst: Norman Gimbel / Muziek: Charles Fox
(1973)






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 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



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



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



Oh ohoh, ohoho ohohoho
La lala la lala
Ohoho, ohoho, la ahahaaaa
La aha ahaha



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



He was strumming my pain
Yeah, he was singing my life
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









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