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
ANNE:
So do I
So do I
CHARLOTTE:
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
ANNE:
Oh how true
CHARLOTTE
Ah well
Everyday a little death
ANNE:
Every day a little death
CHARLOTTE:
In the parlor, in the bed
ANNE:
In the looks and in the acts
CHARLOTTE:
In the curtains, in the silver
In the buttons, in the bread
ANNE:
In the murmurs, in the gestures
In the pauses, in the sighs
CHARLOTTE:
Every day a little sting
ANNE:
Every day a little dies
CHARLOTTE:
In the heart and in the head
ANNE:
In the looks and in the lies
CHARLOTTE&ANNE:
Every move and every breath
And you hardly feel a thing
Brings a perfect little...
Death
