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 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

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.