Killing Me Softly With His Song

　　Killing Me Softly With His Song - Shirley Bassey

　　Songstrumming my pan with his figures

　　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 to listen for a while

　　And there he was this young boy

　　A stranger to my eye

　　Strumming my pan with his figures

　　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 flushed with fever

　　Embarassed by the crowd

　　I felt he found my letter

　　And read each word out loud

　　I prayed he would finished

　　But he just kept right on

　　Songstrumming my pan with his figures

　　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

　　He sang as if he knew me

　　And all my dark despair

　　And then he looked right through me

　　As if I wasn't there

　　But he just kept on singing

　　Singing clear and strong

　　Songstrumming my pan with his figures

　　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

　　Songstrumming my pan with his figures

　　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

　　Songstrumming my pan with his figures

　　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