Tango: Maureen

Joanne:
The samples won't delay but the cable-

Mark:
There's another way
Say something...anything

Joanne:
Test one, two, three

Mark:
Anything but that

J:
This is weird

M:
It's weird

J:
Very weird

M:
Fucking weird

J:
I'm so mad that I don't know what to do
Fighting with microphones
Freezing down to my bones
And to top it all off I'm with you

M:
Feel like going insane
Got a fire in your brain
And you're thinking of drinking gasoline

J:
As a matter of fact

M:
Honey, I know that act
It's called the tango maureen
The tango maureen
It's a dark dizzy merry-go-round
As she keeps you dangling (J: you're wrong)
Your heart she is mangling (J: it's different with me)
And you toss and you turn
Cause her cold eyes can burn
And you yearn and you churn and rebound

J:
I think I know what you mean

Both:
The tango Maureen

M:
Has she ever pouted her lips and called you pookie? (J: never)
Have you ever doubted a kiss or two?

J:
This is Spooky
Did you swoon when she walked in the door? (M: every time, so be cautious)
Did she moon over other boys? (M: more than moon)
I'm getting nauseus

(Start to tango)

M:
Where did you learn to Tango?

J:
With the French ambassador's daughter in her dorm room at
Mrs. Porters. And you?

J:
With Ninnett Himmelfarb, the Rabbi's daughter at the
Scarsdale Jewish Community Center.

M:
It's hard to do this backwards

J:
You should try it in heels

(Start to tango again)

J:
She cheated

M:
She cheated

J:
Maureen cheated

M:
Fucking cheated

J:
I'm defeated, I should give up right now

M:
Gotta look on the bright side with all of your might

J:
I'd fall for her still anyhow

Both:
When you're dancing her dance
You don't stand a chance
Her grip on romance makes you fall

M:
So you think might as well

J:
Dance the tango to hell

Both:
At least I'll have tango'd at all

Both:
The tango maureen
Gotta dance till your diva is through
You pretend to believe her
Cause in the end you can't leave her
But the end it will come
Still you have to play dumb
Till you're glum, and your bum and turn blue

M:
Why do we love when she's mean?

J:
And she can be so obscene

J:
My Maureen

Both:
The tango Maureen.