Tango: Maureen

Mark? Yeah, you must be Joanne I told her not to call you That's Maureen, but can I help since I'm here? I've hired an engineer Great So nice to have met you Wait! She's three hours late The samples won't delay but the cable There's another way Say something, anything Test one, two, three Anything but that This is weird It's weird Very weird Super weird 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 Feel like going insane Got a fire in your brain And you're thinking of drinking gasoline As a matter of fact 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 (You're wrong) Your heart, she is mangling (It's different with me) And you toss and you turn 'cause her cold eyes can burn Yet you yearn and you churn and rebound I think I know what you mean The Tango: Maureen Has she ever pouted her lips and called you, "Pookie?" Never Have you ever doubted a kiss or two? This is spooky Did you swoon when she walks through the door? Every time, so be cautious Did she moon over other boys? Oh, more than moon I'm getting nauseous Where'd you learn to tango? With the Spanish ambassador's daughter in her dorm room at Ms. Porters And you? With Nanette Himmelfarb The rabbi's daughter at the Scarsdale Jewish Community Center It's hard to do this backwards You should try it in heels She cheated She cheated Maureen cheated Yeah, she cheated I'm defeated, I should give up right now Gotta look on the bright side with all of your might I'd fall for her still anyhow When you're dancing her dance You don't stand a chance Her grip of romance makes you fall So you think might as well Dance a tango to hell At least, I'll have tangoed at all The Tango: Maureen Gotta dance 'til 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 'Til you're glum and you bum and turn blue Why do we love when she's mean? And she can be so obscene Try the mic My Maureen We're patched Thanks You know, I feel great now I feel lousy Hi, honey, we're Pookie? You never called me, "Pookie" Forget it, we're patched The Tango: Maureen