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Tale of Two Tangos One Painful The Other Blue |
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Note About the Music
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| THE MASOCHISM TANGO Words & Music: Tom Lehrer © 1959 Originally released as Lehrer Records #TL 102 (Recorded 7/8/59) |
THE
MASTURBATION TANGO Words: David Weingart © 1999 Music: The Masochism Tango 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. Yecch! 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 your 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. 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. |
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ache for the touch of another But you don't have a now-current lover Do it yourself, with nobody else As you gasp to the Masturbation Tango Oh, the things you can do with your fingers Like they showed last week on Jerry Springer Just shut your eyes and reach for the thighs As you gasp to the Masturbation Tango As you demand, lie down or sit or stand With matters well in hand Do what you wish to do You are not bound. You're free to play around Be silent or make sound No-one does it like you do You smile as you follow your wishes And you wriggle on out of your britches A handful of fun, then you find that you're done As you gasp to the Masturbation Tango And as for "toys," I am willing to bet, love That you've not tried them yet, love You may think that they're fun And there's also the books over there on the shelf, love Quite inspiring for self-love Try them out, see what comes My friend deals with sensitive issues The last time, she needed twenty tissues To clean up the mess that she left on her dress As she gasped to the Masturbation Tango Just use your head until your face is red And just as Shakespeare said, "Aye, there's the rub," my dear Like other folk the fires you can stoke Your "ego" you can stroke And smile from ear to ear Let your fingers do all the walking You don't have to deal with your lover talking No need to share the wealth As you do it to yourself And you gasp to the Masturbation Tango No lay! |
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