Correction Paroles Every Day a Little Death par Stephen Sondheim

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Every day a little death
In the parlor, in the bed
In the curtains, in the silver
In the b***ons, 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 w****s
I think love's a dirty business!

So do I! So do I...

I'm bеfore him on my knees
And he kisses mе
He a**umes I'll 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—

In the parlor, in the bed—

In the lips and in the eyes—

In the curtains
In the silver
In the b***ons
In the bread

In the murmurs
In the gestures
In the pauses
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

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