Every Day A Little Death-Lesley-Anne Down/Diana Rigg

Every Day A Little Death - Lesley-Anne Down 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 So do i 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 Oh how true Ah well Everyday a little death Every day a little death On the lips in the eyes In the parlor in the bed In the murmurs in the pauses In the gestures in the sighs In the curtains in the bread 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