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