Every Day a Little Death

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Patricia Elliott - Pop, Broadway

Every Day a Little Death

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[CHARLOTTE] 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! [ANNE] So do I! So do I... [CHARLOTTE] I'm before him on my knees 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! [ANNE] Oh, how true! [CHARLOTTE] Ah, well... Every day a little death— [ANNE] Every day a little death— [CHARLOTTE] In the parlor, in the bed— [ANNE] On the lips and in the eyes— [CHARLOTTE] In the curtains In the silver [CHARLOTTE & ANNE] In the buttons In the murmurs In the bread In the pauses [ANNE] In the gestures 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] Every move and every breath— [CHARLOTTE & ANNE] And you hardly feel a thing Brings a perfect little death

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Writers
  • Stephen Sondheim