Tango Til They're Sore - Holly Cole

…this is a dark dance

Well you play that tarantella

The hands they start to roar

Boys all go to hell

The cubans hit the floor

They drive along Parkline

They tango till they’re sore

Take apart their nightmeres and leave them by the door

Let me fall out of the window

With confetti in my hair

Just deal out jacks are better

From a blanket by the stairs

I tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past

So send me off to bed forever more

Sure they play my theme song

I guess daisies’ll have to do

Get me to New Orleans and paint shadows on the pews

Turn the spit on that pig, kick the drum that let me down

Put my clarinet beneath your bed till I get back in town

Let me fall out of the window

With confetti in my hair

Just deal out jacks are better

From a blanket by the stairs

I tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past

So send me off to bed forever more

Sure, she’s dressed in Calico, the color of a dog

Wave that flag on Cadillac day, a skillet on the walk

Cut me a switch or hold your breath

Till the sun goes down

Write my name upon the hood, send me off to another town

Let me fall out of the window

With confetti in my hair

Just deal out jacks are better

From a blanket by the stairs

I tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past

So send me off to bed forever more

So send me off to bed forever more