Tango of squished mango, mess on the floor,
You danced too close — now I want more.
Juice on your fingers, heat in your eyes,
We spin in a salsa of sticky goodbyes.
No rules, no grace, just wild desire,
Slipping on sweetness, hearts on fire.
Passion went sideways, chaos in flow,
In the tango of mango — we lost control.
I tried to hold the shape, the taste,
But sweet things never go to waste.
Dripped down my hands, ran through my chest —
Love was a fruit we couldn’t digest.
[Bridge] Tango of mango, sweet and low,
Slipped on the juice — now here we go.