Every day a little d**h
In the parlor, in the bed
In the curtains, in the silver
In the bu*ter, 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 d**h
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 who*es
I think love's a dirty business
So do I, so do I
I'm before him on my knees
And he kisses me
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, everyday a little d**h
Every day a little d**h
In the parlor, in the bed
In the lips and in the eyes
In the curtains, in the silver
In the bu*tons, 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 d**h