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 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
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 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 we'll never part
i know too well, i'm underneath your spell
so darling if you smell something burning it's my heart….hic…excuse me…
Take your 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