Tom Lehrer 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. 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