depeche mode

In your room Where time stands still Or moves at your will Will you let the morning come soon As we dance to the Masochism Tango I ache for the touch of your lips, dear But much more for the touch of your whips, dear There'll be times When my crimes Will seem almost unforgivable I give in to sin Because you have to make this life livable As we dance to the Masochism Tango You caught my nose In your left castanet, love I can feel the pain yet, love Every time I hear drums And I envy the rose That you held in your teeth, love Strangelove Will you take the pain I will give to you Again and again…