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.
Like the pine trees linin' the windin' road. I've got a name, I've got a name. Like the singin' bird and the croakin' toad. I've got a name, I've got a name.
You remind me I live in a shell. Safe from the past and doing okay. But not very well. No jolts no surprises no crisis arises. My life goes along as it should.
Killing Me Softly With His Song. Roberta Flack. . Strumming my pain with his fingers,. singing my life with his words,. killing me softly with his song,.
Strumming my pain with her fingers,. Singing my life with her words,. Killing me softly with her song,. Killing me softly with her song,. Telling my whole life with his words,.
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.
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.
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.