Every Day A Little Death

Every day a little death
 In the parlor, in the bed
 In the curtians, 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 loves a dirty buissness
 So do I
 So do I (I'm before him on my knees)
 And he kisses me
 He assumes I'll loose 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
 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
 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