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.

You caught my nose In your left castanet, love, I can feel the pain yet, love, Evry time I hear drums. And I envy the rose That you held in your teeth, love, When I'd try to steal a kiss, love, All I got was a thorn.

Take your lit cigarette from its holder, And burn your initials in my shoulder. Fracture my spine, And swear that you're mine, As we dance to the Masochism Tango.