Misc Musicals – A Little Night Music - Every Day A Little Death (Guitar)

B                        G#m
Every day a little death

E                         C#m7
In the parlor, in the bed,

B
In the curtains, in the silver,

E                             D#
In the buttons, in the bread.

G#m7         D#m         C#m7
Every day a little sting

F#                      C#m7   D#m7
In the heart and in the head,

G#m7
Every move and every breath

C#m7                   F#7
(And you hardly feel a thing)

B                               C#7
Brings a perfect little death.

           F#m      F#m7      Bm7
He smiles sweetly, strokes my hair,

         Em7         A7
Says he misses me.

        F#m7              Bm7
I would murder him right there,

            Em7        A
But first I die.

          F#m7          Bm7
He talks softly of his wars,

         Em7            A7
And his horses, and his whores.

         F#m7           Bm7
I think love's a dirty business.

     Em7      A7
So do I!

     F#              Bm7
I'm before him on my knees (So do I...)

        Em7           A7
And he kisses me.

     F#m7             Bm7
He assumes I lose my reason,

      Em7          A7
And I do.

        F#m7            Bm7
Men are stupid, men are vain,

        Em7                A7sus4
Love's disgusting, love's insane,

A7   F#m7      Bm7
A humiliating business.

         Em7     A7sus4   A7
Oh, how true!

A5   A
Ah, well...

B                         G#m7
Every day a little death (Every day a little death)

E              Emaj7        C#m
In the parlor, in the bed, (On the lips and in the eyes)

B
In the curtains, in the silver (In the murmurs, in the pauses)

G#m             E
In the buttons, in the bread. (In the gestures, in the sighs.)

G#m7               D#m7   C#m7
Every day a little sting (Every day a little dies)

                               D#m7
In the heart and in the head. (In the looks and in the lies)

G#m7
Every move and every breath

C#m7                   F#7
And you hardly feel a thing

Bmaj7    B               C#      B     G#m     C#      B
Brings a perfect little death.