[Verse]
Every day a little death
In the parlor, in the bed
In the curtains, 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

[Bridge]
I'm before him on my knees
And he kisses me
He assumes I lose my reason
And I do
Men are stupid, men are vain
Love's disgusting, love's insanе
A humiliating business
Oh, how true
Ah, well...

[Verse]
Evеry day a little death
In the parlor, in the bed
In the curtains, 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