Every Day a Little Death (Act One)

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 would murder him right there But first I die He talks softly of his wars And his horses, and his whores I think love's a dirty business So do I! I'm before him on my knees (so do I) And he kisses me He assumes 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 Everyday a little death In the parlor, in the bed On the lips and in the eyes In the curtains, in the silver In the buttons, in the bread (in the murmurs, in the pauses) In the gestures, in the sighs Everyday a little sting Everyday 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