Killing Me Softly (ver. dance) - Roberta Flack

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.

Oh, oh, oh ....; La la la la, oh, oh, oh ...

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 was strumming there yea 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.