Karaoké The Masochism Tango 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

Yeechh

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 yo-o-our teeth love

With the thorns underneath love sticking into your gums

Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches

The last time I needed twenty 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 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, 'scuse 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