@ 128 CBR
1960 The Richard Hayman Sessions

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

Say 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 [bad word] 
Before you here I stand
My heart is in my hand
It's here that I must be
My heart entreats
Just hear those savage beats
And go put on your cleats
 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] D___N
When we tango

You caught my nose
In your left castanet, love
I can feel the pain yet, love
Ev'ry time I hear [bad word] 
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 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