Killing me softly - Aretha Franklin

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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
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.
Ooooh ooh ooh.
Wooh hoo hoo hoo hoo haa haa haa haa.
La la la la la la.
Wooh hoo hoo.
Laa haa ha.
Wooh hoo hoo
Laa haaaaaaaa.
Laaaaaaa.
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.
Strumming my pain.
Singing my life with his words.
Killing me softly with his song.
Killing me softly with his song.
Telling my whole life