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Исполнитель: Alice Ripley

альбом: Ripley, Skinner: Raw At Town Hall

Every day a little death
In the parlor, in the bed
In the curtians, 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
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 loves a dirty buissness
So do I
So do I (I'm before him on my knees)
And he kisses me
He assumes I'll loose 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
Every day a little death
Every day a little death
In the parlor, in the bed
On the lips and in the eyes
In the curtains, in the silver
In the buttons, in the bread(In the murmurs, in the pauses)
In the gestures, 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 death

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