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 And I heard he had style And so I came to see him And listen for a while And there he was, this young boy 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 afflushed with fever Embarrassed by the crowd I felt he found my letters And read each one aloud 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 And yo, Mrs. Murphy Go take it to the bridge like Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Sing Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Yes, Mrs. Murphy She killing me softly, softly La-la-la-la-la-la Let me hear you sing Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh La-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh La-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Break it down, break it down, break it down one time La-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Let's go Strumming my pain with his fingers One time Singing my life with his words Two times 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