[CHARLOTTE]
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

Give the lapdog a command
And she crawls for him
For the little understanding she is owed
See her beg for her reward
Is her master getting bored?
Love's a miserable business

[To the coachman.]
Mind the road!

She waits patiently for days
In the halls for him
With the memory of his praises in her ear
And then only to be told
That the coffee's getting cold
It's a nauseating business—
Oh, we're here!
Ah, well...

Every day a little death
On the lips and in the eyes
In the murmurs, in the pauses
In the gestures, in the sighs
Every day a little sting
In the looks and in the lies
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 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 assumes 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...
Every day a little death—

[ANNE]
Every day a little death—

[CHARLOTTE]
In the parlor, in the bed—

[ANNE]
On the lips and in the eyes—

[CHARLOTTE]
In the curtains
In the silver

[CHARLOTTE & ANNE]
In the buttons In the murmurs
In the bread In the pauses

[ANNE]
In the gestures
In the sighs
[CHARLOTTE]
Every day a little sting

[ANNE]
Every day 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—

[CHARLOTTE & ANNE]
And you hardly feel a thing
Brings a perfect little death