Perry Como - Killing me softly with her song

^Am7 I heard she ^Dsang a good song, ^G I heard she ^Chad a style, ^Am7 And so I ca^Dme to see her, To li^Emsten for a while . . . ^Am7 And there she ^D7was this young girl, ^G A stranger ^B7to my eyes . . .

S^Emtrummin' my pain with her^Am fingers, S^D7ingin' my life with her w^Gords, K^Gilling me softly with h^Aer song, Killing me sof^Dtly, with^C her song, Telling my ^Gwhole life with ^Cher words, Killing me s^Esus4oftly, with her so^Eng . . .

^Am7I felt all flus^Dhed with fever, ^GEmbarrassed by ^Cthe crowd, ^Am7I felt she fou^Dnd my letters, And read^Em each one aloud . . . ^Am7I prayed that she^D7 would finish, ^GBut she just k^B7ept right on . . .

S^Emtrummin' my pain with her^Am fingers, S^D7ingin' my life with her w^Gords, K^Gilling me softly with h^Aer song, Killing me sof^Dtly, with^C her song, Telling my ^Gwhole life with ^Cher words, Killing me s^Esus4oftly, with her so^Eng . . .

^Am7She sang as if ^Dshe knew me, ^GIn all my dark ^Cdespair, ^Am7And then she l^Dooked right through me, As if I ^Emwasn't there . . . ^Am7But she was there^D7, this stranger, ^GSinging clear ^B7and strong . . .

S^Emtrummin' my pain with her^Am fingers, S^D7ingin' my life with her w^Gords, K^Gilling me softly with h^Aer song, Killing me sof^Dtly, with^C her song, Telling my ^Gwhole life with ^Cher words, Killing me s^Esus4oftly, with her so^Eng . . . Killing me s^Esus4oftly, with her so^Eng . . .