Tango: Maureen

(Verse 1: Joanne & Mark) Joanne: The samples won’t delay but the cable- Mark: There’s another way Say something anything Joanne: Test 1,2,3 Mark: Anything but that Joanne: This is weird Mark: It’s weird Joanne: Very weird Mark: Fucking 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 (Chorus: Mark) 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 (Joanne:) I think I know what you mean The Tango: Maureen (Verse 2: Joanne & Mark) 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 Joanne: 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 (Speaking: Joanne & Mark) Mark: Where’d you learn to tango? Joanne: With the French ambassadors daughter in her dorm room at Ms. Porters Joanne: And you? Mark: With Nanette Himmelfarb, the rabbi’s daughter at the Scarsdale Jewish community center Mark: It’s hard to do this backwards Joanne: You should try it in heels -Instrumental break- (Verse 3: Joanne & Mark) Joanne: She cheated Mark: She cheated Joanne: Maureen cheated Mark: Fucking 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 (Hook: Both) When you’re dancing her dance 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 (Chorus: Both) 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 your 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