Табулатура в формате Guitar Pro , содержащая следующие дорожки:
Acoustic Guitar (nylon]
Acoustic Bass
Текст
I ache for the touch of your lips, dear, But much more for the touch of your whips, dear. You can raise welts Like no-bo-dy else, As we dance to the Mas-o-chis-m Tan-go. Let our love be a flame, not an em-ber, Say it's me that you want to dis-mem-ber Black-en my eye, Set fire to my tie, As we dance to the Mas-o-chis-m Tan-go. At your com-mand Be-fore you here I stand, My heart is in my hand It's here that I must be. My heart en-treats, Just hear those sav-age beats, And go put on your cleats And come and tramp-le me. Your heart's hard as stone or ma-hog-an-y, That's why I'm in such ex-qui-site ag-on-y. My soul is on fire, It's a-flame with de-sire, Which is why I per-spire when we tan-go. You caught my nose In your left cas-ta-net, love, I can feel the pain yet, love, Ev-'ry time I hear drums. And I en-vy the rose That you held in your teeth, love, With the thorns un-der-neath, love, Stick-ing in-to your gums. your eyes cast a spell that be-witch-es. The last time I need-ed twen-ty stitch-es sew up the gash you made with your lash, As we danced to the Mas-o-chis-m Tan-go. Bash in my brain, And make me scream with pain, Then kick me once a-gain, And say we'll nev-er part. I know too well I'm un-der-neath your spell, So, darl-ing, if you smell Some-thing burn-ing, it's my heart Take your cig-a-rette from its hol -der, And burn your i-nitials in my shoul-der. Frac-ture my spine, And swear that you're mine, As we dance to the Mas-o-chis-m Tan-go.