By 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 (Ecch!) 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's hard as stone or mahogany That's what 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 never forget, love, how this passion was born How I envied the rose that your teeth used to clench, love When I tried something french, love, all I got was a thorn!
Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches The last that I needed twenty stiches 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 And kick me once agin, 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
Take your cigarette from its holder And burn your initials in my shoulder Fracture my spine, and swer that you're mine As we dance to the maso - - - chism tango!