To try convey passion and franticness, I wrote this in 3 minutes while listening to music. |
You have roughly three minutes and counting To write this dance Starting with that first beat laid down Remember not to get too caught up in it all Because you always get sloppy THEN Close your eyes and lean your neck Ever so slightly to the left, darling And thank God for your cheekbones Pivot and slide Spiral And later caress Now time for the footwork Eye contact And let your self be guided Like that man’s bow over bass And draw your artwork to a close Make it abrupt as the end of this song Make it abrupt. Not bad, a little scratchy D’you know what I mean by that, darling? I mean like an ancient record player Brought out for love of sentiment And because it just feels so good There’s nothing wrong with that kind of romance But it’s just not the tango We want Flaming, staring sex appeal Only found in a newly minted and dynamic disc D’you think you can do that darling? You might be a little on the sweet side But we can compromise your sweetness with some stilettos And that’s a rap, darling Like this Pretend that you are the music itself That you are these young and sexy notes What would you do? And how would you move? That is the tango Did I ask for that waltz? No, but I did ask for that rawness So raw that it bleeds That’s how I want that dance, darling. I want you to take that tango by force And beat it into submission It must be known that you are master Wedge yourself into the curves of the tango And leave the rest of us numb with shock At your behavior That's how I want this dance, darling And remember, make the end abrupt. |