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The Matador
Someday,
you don't have to fight bulls
or dance with death
in that old world Spanish arena
under the judgement
of those beautiful-supertitious people
with big, dark, piercing eyes
while under the harsh sun of Madrid
Instead, you'll be with me
and we'll go around Spain
or around the world if you please
to see where the sun
shines the sweetest
then we'll built a love nest there
so that everynight
we can be under
the stars and the moonlight...
I'll be your lady matador
in scarlet lace undergarment
then you'll be my bull-lover,
riding you as hard as I can--
para el resto de nuestras vidas...
(for the rest of our lives...)
Believe me,
we can make all of this happen
Only you dont know me,
yet...
you don't have to fight bulls
or dance with death
in that old world Spanish arena
under the judgement
of those beautiful-supertitious people
with big, dark, piercing eyes
while under the harsh sun of Madrid
Instead, you'll be with me
and we'll go around Spain
or around the world if you please
to see where the sun
shines the sweetest
then we'll built a love nest there
so that everynight
we can be under
the stars and the moonlight...
I'll be your lady matador
in scarlet lace undergarment
then you'll be my bull-lover,
riding you as hard as I can--
para el resto de nuestras vidas...
(for the rest of our lives...)
Believe me,
we can make all of this happen
Only you dont know me,
yet...
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