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julie andrews & rachel york - my husband the pig / every day a little death lyrics

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[the wife, spoken]
my husband, the pig
the swaggering bore i’ll do anything for
what a pig!

[sung]
the air of disdain is appalling
the level of decency nil
if he thinks that i’ll always come crawling, ha!
i will

my husband, the pig
i worship the ground
that lie kicks me around
on, the pig
i have no objection to passing inspection
but who can contend with an endless erection
that falls to its knees when it sees its reflection?
my husband …

like a clot in the cream
or a fly in the jam
till i think that i’m going to scream –
and i am!
but would anyone here give a d+mn?
all, well …
every day a little death
in the parlor, in the bed
in the curtains, in the silver
in the b+ttons, 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 wh0res
i think love’s a dirty business!

[the younger woman]
so do i!
so do i…

[the wife]
i’m before him on my knees
and he kisses me
he assumes i’ll lose my reason
and i do
[the younger woman]
men are stupid, men are vain

[the wife]
love’s disgusting, love’s insane

[both]
a humiliating business!

[the younger woman]
oh, how true!

[the wife]
ah, well
every day a little death

[the younger woman]
every day a little death

[the wife]
in the parlor, in the bed

[the younger woman]
on the lips and in the eyes

[the wife, the younger woman]
in the curtains, in the silver in the murmurs, in the pauses
in the b+ttons, in the bread in the gestures, in the sighs
[the wife]
every day a little sting

[the younger woman]
every day a little dies

[the wife]
in the heart and in the head

[the younger woman]
in the looks and in the lies

[the wife]
every move and every breath

[both]
and you hardly feel a thing
brings a perfect little death

- julie andrews rachel york lyrics

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