stephen sondheim - everyday a little death كلمات الأغنية

every day a little death
in the parlor, in the bed
in the curtains, in the silver
in the b-ttons, 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 wh0r-s
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 -ssumes 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, everyday 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-ttons, in the bread
in the murmurs, in the pauses
in the gestures, 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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