“Take your cigarette from its holder,
And burn your initials in my shoulder.
Fracture my spine,
And swear that you're mine,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango.”

“I love the way you look tonight
With your hair hangin' down on your shoulders.
N' I love the way you dance your slow sweet tango,
The way you wanna do everything but talk.
And how you stare at me with those undress me eyes,
Your breath on my body makes me warm inside.”

Bryan Adams (1959) Canadian singer-songwriter

“Cigarette holder,
which wigs me,
over her shoulder
she digs me:
Out cattin'
that Satin Doll.”

Johnny Mercer (1909–1976) American lyricist, songwriter, singer and music professional

“Then all this became history.
Your hand found mine.
Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot.
Oh, my carpenter,
the fingers are rebuilt.
They dance with yours.”

Anne Sexton (1928–1974) poet from the United States

“I want to take all the sadness. Of the world from your shoulders. I want to take all the sadness. Of the world from your shoulders. I want to take all the sadness.”

Ed Harcourt (1977) British musician

“I love the freedoms we got in this country, I appreciate your freedom to burn your flag if you want to, but I really appreciate my right to bear arms so I can shoot you if you try to burn mine.”

Johnny Cash (1932–2003) American singer-songwriter

“It's a tango." Marco maneuvered me out among the dancers. "I love tangos." "I can't dance." "You don't have to dance. I'll do that dancing." Marco hooked an arm around my waist and jerked me up against his dazzling white suit. Then he said, "Pretend you are drowning." I shut my eyes, and the music broke over me like a rainstorm. Marco's leg slid forward against mine and my leg slid back and I seemed to be riveted against him, limb for limb, moving as he moved, without any will or knowledge of my own, and after a while I thought, "It doesn't take two to dance, it only takes one," and I let myself blow and bend like a tree in the wind. "What did I tell you?”

Sylvia Plath book The Bell Jar

“Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love”

Leonard Cohen (1934–2016) Canadian poet and singer-songwriter

“Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master… and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.”

Diana Gabaldon book Outlander

“I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind
'Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine.”

Donovan (1946) Scottish singer, songwriter and guitarist