Funeral Tango by Michael Cohen Songbook from Pergola Italy

a bit of dark comedy. vocal by liz sumner. music, lyrics, arrangement by michael cohen.
funeral tango

the air is alive with the fragrance of flowers
you've been staring at me for what now seems like hours
you give a wink, a look of elation
do you really think, this is the proper occasion
you say life is brief and that's why you have hurried
can't you please wait until my late husband is buried
we can't embrace, until his body's in the dirt
a funeral is no place to flirt

i think of you kindly, i think of you often
oh but that box of pine over there is his coffin
how crude of you, to sit there and wonder
just what i will do, once that he’s six feet under
you think you are being a smooth operator
take your hand off my knee keep your pants on 'til later
in any case, until it comes to "dust to dust"
a funeral is no place for lust

when they lay him in the grave, then we'll be free to misbehave
a funeral is no place for lust

it's right before the burial, the atmosphere's funerial
you do not need to worry i'll be just great
to love and honor and obey, i kept that vow until today
and i intend to keep it 'til tonight quite late
you'll just have to smolder, 'til his body’s colder
a funeral is no place to mate

am i being morbid, perhaps, but not very
there's no place for amour in a cold mortuary
but tonight my dear, you'll know where to find me
but we can't talk here, mother’s sitting behind me
you're acting like this is a great stroke of luck
it has been only a few days since he kicked the bucket
we'll be chaste, until we pay our last respects
a funeral is no place for
i've veiled my face, i have to play the mourning dove
a funeral is no place for it can be a disgrace for
a funeral is no place for love