Killing Me Softly with His Song Engelbert Humperdinck

I felt all flush with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters and read each i out loud
I prayed 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

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, a 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 flush with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters and read each i out loud
I prayed he would finish but he just kept right on