Verse
G#m7 C#
I heard he sang a good song.
F# B
I heard he had a style.
G#m7 C#
And so I came to see him,
D#m
and listen for a while.
G#m7 C#7
And there he was this young boy,
F# A#7
a stranger to my eyes.
[Chorus]
D#m G#m C#7 F#
Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.
D#m G#m C# B
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
F# B
Telling my whole life with his words.
Fmaj7#11 D#
Killing me softly, with his song.
[Verse]
G#m7 C#
I felt all flushed with fever,
F# B
embarrassed by the crowd.
G#m7 C#
I felt he found my letters
D#m
and read each one out loud.
G#m7 C#7
I prayed that he would finish,
F# A#7
but he just kept right on.
[Chorus]
D#m G#m C#7 F#
Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.
D#m G#m C# B
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
F# B
Telling my whole life with his words.
Fmaj7#11 D#
Killing me softly, with his song.
[Chorus]
D#m G#m C#7 F#
Strumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.
D#m G#m C# B
Killing me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.
F# B
Telling my whole life with his words.
Fmaj7#11 D#
Killing me softly, with his song.