Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softlyadd

Em AmStrumming my pain with his fingers, D Gmaj7Singing my life with his words. Em A7Killing me softly with his song, D CKilling me softly with his song; Gmaj7 Cmaj7telling my whole life, with his words, Fmaj7 E7Killing me softly with his song.Am7 DI heard he sang a good song,Gmaj7 Cmaj7I heard he had a style,Am7 D Em Em7And so I went to see him and listen for awhile.Am7 DAnd there he was this young boyGmaj7 B7A stranger to my eyes.
Nak.Am7 DI felt all flushed with fever,Gmaj7 Cmaj7Embarassed by the crowd.Am7 DI felt he found my letters,Em Em7And read each one out loud.Am7 DI prayed that he would finish,Gmaj7 B7But he just kept right on.
Nak.Am7 DHe sang as if he knew me,Gmaj7 Cmaj7In all my dark despair.Am7 DAnd then he looked right through me as if,Em Em7As if I wasn't there.Am7 DHe just kept right on,Gmaj7 B7Singin' loud and strong.