The Masochism Tango

Another familiar type of love song is the passionate or fiery variety
Usually in tango tempo, in which the singer exhorts his partner to haunt him and taunt him
And if it all possible to consume him with a kiss of fire
This particular illustration of this genre is called the Masochism Tango

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, ugh
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 on fire, it's aflame 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 every time 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, ah
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 and 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, 'scuse me
Take your cigarette from its holder and burn your initials in my shoulder, ah
Fracture my spine and swear that you're mine as we dance to the Masochism Tango