The Death Ramps - Matador | Текст песни

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• The Death Ramps
• Matador

She was marrying a matador
and he was with the weather girl,
A very clever girl
who stood out amongst several once
A terrible dilemma
and forever he’ll regret the day
he didn’t make the
Rescue from the bull ring
Sulking won’t get you nowhere son,
There’s blood on your chin where
you’ve bitten your tongue
Smitten but might not be
smitten for long
if you’re still sitting she’ll soon
Be smitten and gonе