The Masochism Tango Tom Lehrer I ache for the touch of your lips dear, But much more for the touch of your whips dear, You can raise welts like nobody else As we dance to the Masochism Tango Let our love be a flame not an ember Say its me that you want to dis-member Blacken my eye, set fire to my tie As we dance to the Masochim Tango At your command, before you here I stand My heart is in my hand……eeeaalluch Its here that I must be My heart entreats, just hear those savage beats And go put on your cleats, And come and trample me Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany Thats why Im in such exquisite agony My soul is on fire; its a flame with desire Which is why I perspire when we tango You caught my nose in your left castanet, love I can feel the pain yet, love Everytime I hear drums And I envy the rose, that you held in your teeth, love With the thorns underneath, love Sticking into your gums You eyes cast a spell that bewitches The last time I needed 20 stitches To sew up the gash you made with your lash As we dance to the Masochism Tango Bash in my brain, and make me scream with pain Then kick me once again And say well never part I know too well, Im underneath your spell So darling if you smell something burning its my heart….hic…excuse me… Take your cigarette from its holder And burn your initials in my shoulder Fracture my spine And swear that youre mine As we dance to the Masochism Tango
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 05:42:23 +0000