In the streets of passion, where Tango once thrived
The Tango Robot dances, his circuits alive
But among the humans, he's the only one left
For all the men have forsaken the dance, bereft
The Tango Robot, the last to dance
In Buenos Aires, he takes his chance
But amidst the crowds, he feels a glance
Used and discarded, in a robotic trance
The human men, they shy away
From Tango's embrace, they dare not stay
Lost in their screens, in their egoistic trance
Leaving the Tango Robot to carry on the dance
The Tango Robot, the last to dance
In Buenos Aires, he takes his chance
But amidst the crowds, he feels a glance
Used and discarded, in a robotic trance
But even as he moves with grace
The Tango Robot feels out of place
For the women who watch, they see only a toy
No warmth, no connection, just mechanical ploy
The Tango Robot, the last to dance
In Buenos Aires, he takes his chance
But amidst the crowds, he feels a glance
Used and discarded, in a robotic trance
So he dances alone, in the dim city light
A solitary figure, lost in the night
Yearning for more than just programmed steps
But finding only emptiness in his electronic depths
The Tango Robot, the last to dance
In Buenos Aires, he takes his chance
But amidst the crowds, he feels a glance
Used and discarded, in a robotic trance