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 it's holder

And burn your initials in my shoulder

Fracture my spine

And swear that you're mine

As we dance to the Masochism Tango

The Masochism Tango (Live) - Tom Lehrer