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Tango Masoquista (Tom Lehrer)

I ache for the touch of your lips, dear,
But much more for the touch of your whips, dear.
You can raise welts
Like nobody else,
As we dance to the masochism tango.

Say our love be a flame, not an ember,
Say it's me that you want to dismember.
Blacken my eye,
Set fire to my tie,
As we dance to the masochism tango.
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/t/tom+lehrer/the+masochism+tango_20138389.html ]
At your command
Before you here I stand,
My heart is in my hand. ecch!
It's here that I must be.
My heart entreats,
Just hear those savage beats,
And go put on your cleats
And come and trample me.
Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany,
That's why I'm in such exquisite agony.

My soul is on fire,
It's aflame with desire,
Which is why I perspire
When we tango.

You caught my nose
In your left castanet, love,
I can feel the pain yet, love,
Ev'ry time I hear drums.
And I envy the rose
That you held in your teeth, love,
With the thorns underneath, love,
Sticking into your gums.

Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches.
The last time I needed twenty stitches
To sew up the gash
That you made with your lash,
As we danced to the masochism tango.

Bash in my brain,
And make me scream with pain,
Then kick me once again,
And say we'll never part.
I know too well
I'm underneath your spell,
So, darling, if you smell
Something burning, it's my heart.
Excuse me!

Take your cigarette from it's holder,
And burn your initials in my shoulder.
Fracture my spine,
And swear that you're mine,
As we dance to the masochism tango.

Versão Bacaninha de "Ladeira da Preguiça"

Grupo Ordinarius

Para quem, como eu, não está exatamente com vontade de ir votar nesse domingão de eleições municipais.

Sabores

Uva, chocolate, limão

Xampu, Detergente, Sabão

Bronca, Esporro, Sermão

Mano, Brô, Irmão.

A menina de vestido azul,

que passava pela sua rua,

toda quarta.

A preguiça dominical,

semi-morto no sofá

Sem falta.

O Gosto das memórias.

O Perfume que perdurou.

Aquela velha história amarga.

O sapato que furou.

A lembrança de quando era adolescente.

E e quantos banhos não tomou.

Sebo, poeira, lesminha

Cerveja, engov, caipirinha

Botão, rolemã, chapinha

Corre, anda, caminha.

Vikings no Quintal

A cada barulho, grito, desafeto

Vamos ver o que é que há.

Tombos, batidas, encontrões e topadinhas.

"Já vai passar!"

"Não estrangule seu irmão com a mangueira!"

"Não, não podem brincar com a serra elétrica!".

É o fim das férias,

Mas as feras continuam.

E se divertindo horrores.