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Tango: Maureen Lyrics - Rent - Rent

The samples won't delay but the cable 

There's another way, say something, anything 

Test, one, two, three, anything but that 

 

This is weird, it's weird 

Very weird, fuckin' weird 

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 

 

Feel like going insane? 

Got a fire in your brain? 

And you're thinking of drinking gasoline? 

 

As a matter of fact, honey, I know this act 

It's called the 'Tango Maureen' 

 

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 

 

I think I know what you mean 

The 'Tango Maureen' 

 

Has she ever pouted her lips 

And called you 'Pookie'? 

Never, have you ever doubted a kiss or two? 

This is spooky 

 

Did you swoon when she walked through the door? 

Every time, so be cautious 

Did she moon over other boys? 

More than moon, I'm getting nauseous 

 

Where'd you learn to tango? 

With the French Ambassador's daughter 

In her dorm room at Miss Porter's and you? 

 

With Nanetter Himmelfarb 

The Rabbi's daughter at the 

Scarsdale Jewish Community Center 

 

It's hard to do this backwards 

You should try it in heels 

 

She cheated, she cheated 

Maureen cheated, fuckin' cheated 

I'm defeated, I should give up right now 

 

Gotta look on the bright side 

With all of your might 

I'd fall for her still anyhow 

 

When you're dancing 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 

 

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 you're 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' 

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