The Masochism Tango orchestral by Tom Lehrer Lyrics

Spoken introduction on An Evening Wasted With Tom Lehrer:
Another familiar type of love song is the passionate or
Fiery variety, usually in tango tempo, in which the singer
Exhorts his partner to haunt him and taunt him and, if at
All possible, to consume him with a kiss of fire. This
Particular illustration of this genre is called
"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 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
Ev'ry 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
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 . . . (hiccup)
'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