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Every Day a Little Death
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Stephen Sondheim
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Every day a little death In the parlor, in the bed In the curtains, in the silver In the b***ons, 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 would murder him right there But first I die He talks softly of his wars And his horses and his w****s I think love's a dirty business! So do I! So do I... I'm bеfore him on my knees And he kisses mе He a**umes I'll 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 b***ons In the bread In the murmurs 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
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