C#m F#m B EStrumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.

C#m F#m B AKilling me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.

E ATelling my whole life with his words.

D C#Killing me softly, with his song.

F#m7 BI heard he sang a good song.

E AI heard he had a style.

F#m7 BAnd so I came to see him,

C#mand listen for a while.

F#m7 BAnd there he was this young boy,

E G#7a stranger to my eyes.

C#m F#m B EStrumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.

C#m F#m B AKilling me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.

E ATelling my whole life with his words.

D C#Killing me softly, with his song.

F#m7 BI felt all flushed with fever,

E Aembarrassed by the crowd.

F#m7 BI felt he found my letters

C#mand read each one out loud.

F#m7 BI prayed that he would finish,

E G#7but he just kept right on.

C#m F#m B EStrumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.

C#m F#m B AKilling me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.

E ATelling my whole life with his words.

D C#Killing me softly, with his song.

C#m F#m B EStrumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.

C#m F#m B AKilling me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.

E ATelling my whole life with his words.

D C#Killing me softly, with his song.