The Masochism Tango
by 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 it’s me that you want to dismember
Blacken my eye, set fire to my tie as we dance to the masochism tango
At your command, before you here I stand, my heart is in my hand (Yuck!) It’s
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, that’s why I’m in such exquisite
agony
My soul is afire, it’s aflame with desire which is why I perspire when
we tango
You caught my nose in your left castagnette 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
Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches, the last time I needed 20 stitches
To sew up the gash that you made with your lash as we danced to the masochism
tango
Bash in my brain and make me scream with pain then kick me once again &
say we’ll never part
I know too well I’m underneath your spell, so darling if you smell something
burning it’s my heart
Take your cigarette from it’s holder and burn your initials in my shoulder
Fracture my spine and swear that you’re mine as we dance to the maso-chism
tango
