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, ugh. 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 20 stitches, ah. 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.

'scuse me

Take your cigarette from its holder and burn your initials in my shoulder, ah. Fracture my spine and swear that you're mine as we dance to the Masochism Tango