I

ache

for

the

touch

of

your

lips,

dear,

But

much

more

for

the

touch

of

your

whips,

dear.

You

can

raise

welts

Like

no-

bo-

dy

else,

As

we

dance

to

the

Mas-

o-

chis-

m

Tan-

go.

Let

our

love

be

a

flame,

not

an

em-

ber,

Say

it's

me

that

you

want

to

dis-

mem-

ber

Black-

en

my

eye,

Set

fire

to

my

tie,

As

we

dance

to

the

Mas-

o-

chis-

m

Tan-

go.

At

your

com-

mand

Be-

fore

you

here

I

stand,

My

heart

is

in

my

hand

It's

here

that

I

must

be.

My

heart

en-

treats,

Just

hear

those

sav-

age

beats,

And

go

put

on

your

cleats

And

come

and

tramp-

le

me.

Your

heart's

hard

as

stone

or

ma-

hog-

an-

y,

That's

why

I'm

in

such

ex-

qui-

site

ag-

on-

y.

My

soul

is

on

fire,

It's

a-

flame

with

de-

sire,

Which

is

why

I

per-

spire

when

we

tan-

go.

You

caught

my

nose

In

your

left

cas-

ta-

net,

love,

I

can

feel

the

pain

yet,

love,

Ev-

'ry

time

I

hear

drums.

And

I

en-

vy

the

rose

That

you

held

in

your

teeth,

love,

With

the

thorns

un-

der-

neath,

love,

Stick-

ing

in-

to

your

gums.

your