Every Day a Little Death - Stephen Sondheim

Charlotte: Every day a little death,\nIn the parlour, in the bed,\nIn the curtains, in the silver,\nIn the buttons, in the bread.\nEveryday a little sting,\nIn the heart and in the head.\nEvery move and every breath,\nAnd you hardly feel a thing,\nBrings a perfect little death.\nHe smiles sweetly, strokes my hair,\nSays he misses me.\nI would murder him right there,\nBut first I die.\nHe talks softly of his wars,\nAnd his horses, and his whores,\nI think love’s a dirty business.\nAnne: So do I!\nSo do I.\nCharlotte: I’m before him on my knees,\nAnd he kisses me.\nHe assumes I’ll lose my reason,\nAnd I do.\nMen are stupid, men are vain,\nLove’s disgusting, love’s insane,\nA humiliating business.\nAnne: Oh, how true.\nCharlotte: Ah, well.\nEveryday a little death.\nAnne: Everyday a little death.\nCharlotte: In the parlour, in the bed.\nAnne: In the looks and in the acts.\nCharlotte: In the curtains, in the silver,\nIn the buttons, in the bread.\nAnne: In the murmurs, in the gestures,\nIn the pauses, in the sighs.\nCharlotte: Everyday a little sting.\nAnne: Everyday a little dies.\nCharlotte: In the heart and in the head.\nAnne: In the looks and in the lies.\nCharlotte: Every move and every breath,\nBoth: And you hardly feel a thing,\nBrings a perfect little death.