Print

Joanne: Wait! She's three hours late 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 Joanne: This is weird Mark: It's weird Joanne: Very weird Mark: Letras de cancionesFuckin' weird Joanne: 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 Mark: Feel like going insane? Got a fire in your brain? And you're thinking of drinking gasoline? Joanne: As a matter of fact -- Mark: Honey, I know this act It's called the 'Tango Maureen' The Tango Maureen It's a dark, dizzy merry-go-round As she keeps you dangling Joanne: You're wrong Mark: Your heart she is mangling Joanne: It's different with me Mark: And you toss and you turn 'Cause her cold eyes can burn Yet you yearn and you churn and rebound Joanne: I think I know what you mean Both: The Tango Maureen Mark: Has she ever pouted her lips And called you 'Pookie' Joanne: Never! Mark: Have you ever doubted a kiss or two? Joanne: This is ... spooky Did you swoon when she walked through the door? Mark: Every time -- so be cautious Joanne: Did she moon over other boys --? Mark: More than moon -- Joanne: I'm getting nauseous (They begin to dance, with Mark leading) Mark: Where'd you learn to tango? Joanne: With the French Ambassador's daughter in her dorm room at Miss Porter's. And you? Mark: With Nanette Himmelfarb, the Rabbi's daughter at the Scarsdale Jewish Community Center. (They switch, and Joanne leads) It's hard to do this backwards. Joanne: You should try it in heels! She cheated Mark: She cheated Joanne: Maureen cheated Mark: Fuckin' cheated Joanne: I'm defeated I should give up right now Mark: Gotta look on the bright side With all of your might Joanne: I'd fall for her still anyhow Both: When you're dancing her dance You don't stand a chance Her grip of romance Makes you fall Mark: So you think, "Might as well' Joanne: "Dance a tango to hell" Both: "At least I'll have tangoed at all" 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 you bum And turn blue Mark: Why do we love when she's mean? Joanne: And she can be so obscene Mark: Try the mike Joanne: My Maureen (reverb: een, een, een..) Mark: Patched Joanne: Thanks Mark: You know -- I feel great now! Joanne: I feel lousy (The pay phone rings. Joanne answers) Honey, we're... (pause) Pookie?! You never call me Pookie... Forget it, we're patched. (She hangs up, looks at MARK) Both: The Tango Maureen! From Letras Mania