Every day a little death
In the parlor in the bed
In the curtains in the silver
In the buttons in the bread
Every day a little sting
In the heart and in the head
Every move and every breath
And you hardly feel a thing
Brings a perfect little death
He smiles sweetly strokes my hair
Says he misses me
I could murder him right there
But first I die
He talks softly of his wars
And his horses and his horses
I think love's a dirty business...
(So do I, So do I)
I'm before him on my knees
And he kisses me
He assumes I lose my reason
And I do
Men are stupid men are vain
Love's disgusting, love's insane
A humiliating business...
(Oh how true, Ah well)
Every day a little death
(Every day a little death)
In the parlor in the bed
(In the lips and in the eyes)
In the curtains in the silver
In the buttons in the bread
(In the murmers, in the gestures
In the pauses, in the sighs)
Every day a little sting
(Every day a little dies)
In the heart and in the head
(In the looks and in the lies)
Every move and every breath
And you hardly feel a thing
Brings a perfect little death
credits
from SondHamm,
released May 16, 2017
Music and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim
Performed, arranged, and mixed by Theda Hammel
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