Stephen Sondheim - Every Day A Little d**h lyrics

Charlotte: Every day a little d**h, In the parlour, in the bed, In the curtains, in the silver, In the bu*tons, in the bread. Everyday 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. Anne: So do I! So do I. Charlotte: 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. Anne: Oh, how true. Charlotte: Ah, well. Everyday a little d**h. Anne: Everyday a little d**h. Charlotte: In the parlour, in the bed. Anne: In the looks and in the acts. Charlotte: In the curtains, in the silver, In the bu*tons, in the bread. Anne: In the murmurs, in the gestures, In the pauses, in the sighs. Charlotte: Everyday a little sting. Anne: Everyday 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, Both: And you hardly feel a thing, Brings a perfect little d**h.