"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, uh

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

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 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

'Scuse 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 Maso-chism Tango"