Killing Me Softly With Her Song

[Am7]   I heard she [D]sang a good song,
[G]   I heard she [C]had a style,
[Am7]   And so I ca[D]me to see her,
   To li[Em]sten for a while . . .
[Am7]   And there she [D7]was this young girl,
[G]   A stranger [B7]to my eyes . . .

S[Em]trummin' my pain with her[Am] fingers,
S[D7]ingin' my life with her w[G]ords,
K[G]illing me softly with h[A]er song,
Killing me sof[D]tly, with[C] her song,
Telling my [G]whole life with [C]her words,
Killing me s[Esus4]oftly, with her so[E]ng . . .

[Am7]I felt all flus[D]hed with fever,
[G]Embarrassed by [C]the crowd,
[Am7]I felt she fou[D]nd my letters,
And read[Em] each one aloud . . .
[Am7]I prayed that she[D7] would finish,
[G]But she just k[B7]ept right on . . .

S[Em]trummin' my pain with her[Am] fingers,
S[D7]ingin' my life with her w[G]ords,
K[G]illing me softly with h[A]er song,
Killing me sof[D]tly, with[C] her song,
Telling my [G]whole life with [C]her words,
Killing me s[Esus4]oftly, with her so[E]ng . . .

[Am7]She sang as if [D]she knew me,
[G]In all my dark [C]despair,
[Am7]And then she l[D]ooked right through me,
As if I [Em]wasn't there . . .
[Am7]But she was there[D7], this stranger,
[G]Singing clear [B7]and strong . . .

S[Em]trummin' my pain with her[Am] fingers,
S[D7]ingin' my life with her w[G]ords,
K[G]illing me softly with h[A]er song,
Killing me sof[D]tly, with[C] her song,
Telling my [G]whole life with [C]her words,
Killing me s[Esus4]oftly, with her so[E]ng . . .
Killing me s[Esus4]oftly, with her so[E]ng . . .