Tango: Maureen

Mark?
Yeah, you must be Joanne
I told her not to call you
That's Maureen, but can I help since I'm here?
I've hired an engineer
Great
So nice to have met you

Wait!
She's three hours late

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
Super 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 walks through the door?
Every time, so be cautious

Did she moon over other boys?
Oh, more than moon
I'm getting nauseous

Where'd you learn to tango?
With the Spanish ambassador's daughter in her dorm room at Ms. Porters
And you?
With Nanette 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
Yeah, she 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
Try the mic
My Maureen

We're patched
Thanks
You know, I feel great now
I feel lousy

Hi, honey, we're
Pookie? You never called me, "Pookie"
Forget it, we're patched
The Tango: Maureen



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Writer(s): Jonathan D. Larson, Andrzej Ozga
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