Tango: Maureen
The samples won't delay, but the cable
There's another way
Say something, anything
Test, one, two, three
Anything but that
This is weird (it's weird)
Very weird (fuckin' weird)
I'm so mad that I don't know what to do
Fighting with microphones
Freezing down to my bones
And to top it all off, I'm with you
Feel like going insane?
Got a fire in your brain?
And you're thinking of drinking gasoline?
As a matter of fact
Honey, I know this act
It's called the "Tango: Maureen"
The "Tango: Maureen"
It's a dark, dizzy merry-go-round
As she keeps you dangling (you're wrong)
Your heart, she is mangling (it's different, with me)
And you toss and you turn
'Cause her cold eyes can burn
Yet you yearn and you churn and rebound
I think I know what you mean
The "Tango: Maureen"
Has she ever pouted her lips and called you "pookie"? (Never)
Have you ever doubted a kiss or two?
This is spooky
Did you swoon when she walked through the door?
Every time, so be cautious
Did she moon over other boys?
More than moon
I'm getting nauseous
Where'd you learn to tango?
With the French Ambassador's daughter, in her dorm room at Miss Porter's
And you?
With Nanette Himmelfarb, the Rabbi's daughter at the Scarsdale Jewish Community Center
It's hard to do this backwards
You should try it in heels
She cheated (she cheated)
Maureen cheated (fuckin' cheated)
I'm defeated, I should give up right now
Gotta look on the bright side with all of your might
I'd fall for her still, anyhow
When you're dancing her dance
You don't stand a chance
Her grip of romance makes you fall
So you think, might as well
Dance a tango to hell
At least I'll have tangoed at all
The "Tango: Maureen"
Gotta dance 'til your diva is through
You pretend to believe her
'Cause in the end, you can't leave her
But the end it will come
Still you have to play dumb
'Til you're glum and you bum
And turn blue
Why do we love when she's mean?
And she can be so obscene
My Maureen
The "Tango: Maureen"
There's another way
Say something, anything
Test, one, two, three
Anything but that
This is weird (it's weird)
Very weird (fuckin' weird)
I'm so mad that I don't know what to do
Fighting with microphones
Freezing down to my bones
And to top it all off, I'm with you
Feel like going insane?
Got a fire in your brain?
And you're thinking of drinking gasoline?
As a matter of fact
Honey, I know this act
It's called the "Tango: Maureen"
The "Tango: Maureen"
It's a dark, dizzy merry-go-round
As she keeps you dangling (you're wrong)
Your heart, she is mangling (it's different, with me)
And you toss and you turn
'Cause her cold eyes can burn
Yet you yearn and you churn and rebound
I think I know what you mean
The "Tango: Maureen"
Has she ever pouted her lips and called you "pookie"? (Never)
Have you ever doubted a kiss or two?
This is spooky
Did you swoon when she walked through the door?
Every time, so be cautious
Did she moon over other boys?
More than moon
I'm getting nauseous
Where'd you learn to tango?
With the French Ambassador's daughter, in her dorm room at Miss Porter's
And you?
With Nanette Himmelfarb, the Rabbi's daughter at the Scarsdale Jewish Community Center
It's hard to do this backwards
You should try it in heels
She cheated (she cheated)
Maureen cheated (fuckin' cheated)
I'm defeated, I should give up right now
Gotta look on the bright side with all of your might
I'd fall for her still, anyhow
When you're dancing her dance
You don't stand a chance
Her grip of romance makes you fall
So you think, might as well
Dance a tango to hell
At least I'll have tangoed at all
The "Tango: Maureen"
Gotta dance 'til your diva is through
You pretend to believe her
'Cause in the end, you can't leave her
But the end it will come
Still you have to play dumb
'Til you're glum and you bum
And turn blue
Why do we love when she's mean?
And she can be so obscene
My Maureen
The "Tango: Maureen"
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan D. Larson
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