The 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 amber.
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 is hard as stone or mahogany
That´s why I am in 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 your held in your teeth,
love
With the thorns underneath,
love
Stitcking into your gums.

Your eyes cast a spell
that be witches
the last time I needed twenty stitches
To sew up the glash
That you made with your lash
As we dance to the masochism tango

Bas in my brain
And make me scream with pain
then kick me once again
And say we´ll never be a part
I know too well
I´m underneath your spell
So, darling, if you smell
something burning,
it´s my heart
-Kic!-
-Excuse me-
Take your cigarette
from its holder
And burn your intials
in my shoulder
Fracture my spine
and swear,
you´re mine
As we dance ro the maso-
-chism tango.