Karaoké Killing Me Softly Scary Pockets & India Carney

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

Mmm

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, yeah with his song

Telling my whole life life with his words

Killing me softly, hey with his song, hey

I felt all flushed with with fever embarrassed by the crowd

I felt he'd found my letters and read each one out loud oh

I prayed that he would finish

Mmm but he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers, yeah

Singing my life with his words, yeah

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly yeah with his song

Telling my whole life li-li-li-life with his words killing me softly

Yeah with his song

Yeah

Oh o-oh

O-o-o-oh o-oh oh ah

La-la la la-la-la-la-la

Oh oh oh

A-a-ah oh yeah

O-o-o-oh

La ah yeah

La

Hey la la ooh

Oh yea-eah

A-a-a-a-a-ah

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Yes he was singing my life with his words, oh

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly yeah with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly ah didididida dada

With his song

O-oh

O-o-o-o-o-oh