criminale

baby if i told you once
you don't dance the tango
you live it
ain't like the mambo
this is serious business
from argentina
i don't think you know
what you're getting into
you are out of your element
this isn't the watusi
this is tango
criminale
tonight i am yves montand
and you
you are anouk aimee
there is a slow hot wind
that bends the silk
around your waist and thighs
like the curtains of sin
i look pretty good too
i am wearing a white shirt
black suit and a thin red leather necktie
i am bossa nova
i am criminale
tonight we kick out the junta
you will wear your purple hat
i will smoke a cigarette
but first...
we tango
ok?
i thought you'd never ask
i don't ask - i take
be careful
you might get what you ask for
i told you i'm not asking for anything
well you're not getting it anyway
just so you know
bitch
prick
i should slap her
but i kiss her instead
hard
our tongues carry on
like red-haired second cousins
on a kansas hayride
i grow fatigued
i have serious business
from argentina
her name is marta
the gypsy girl with honey eyes
she belongs to costaki
do not mess with costaki
he is good with the knife
they are all good with the knife
i will show them who is the fool
but first
i do zee pow pow
you no see costaki no more
he is dead to you now...
come with me to the casbah
kiss me you fool
kiss me you foolish fool