Tango: Maureen

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 (fuckin' 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 walked through the door? Every time, so be cautious Did she moon over other boys? More than moon I'm getting nauseous Where'd you learn to tango? With the French Ambassador's daughter, in her dorm room at Miss Porter's 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 (fuckin' 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 My Maureen The "Tango: Maureen"