I heard she sang a good song, I heard she had a style And so I came to see her and listen for a while And there she was, this young girl, this stranger to my eyes Strumming my fate with her fingers, singing my life with her words Killing me softly with her song, killing me softly with her song Telling my whole life with her words, killing me softly with her song I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd I felt she found my letters and read each one aloud I prayed that she would finish, but she just kept right on Strumming my fate with her fingers, singing my life with her words Killing me softly with her song, killing me softly with her song Telling my whole life with her words, killing me softly with her song She sang as if she knew me, in all that God despaired And then she looked right through me, as if I wasn't there And she just kept on singing, singing clear and strong Strumming my fate with her fingers, singing my life with her words Killing me softly with her song, killing me softly with her song Telling my whole life with her words, killing me softly with her song Strumming my fate with her fingers, singing my life with her words Killing me softly with her song, killing me softly with her song Telling my whole life with her words, killing me softly with her song Thanks for watching!