A Little Night Music: Every Day a Little Death

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 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 (On the lips and in the eyes)
 In the curtains, in the silver
 (In the murmurs, in the pauses) In the buttons, in the bread
 (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