06/26/2009 13:41:38
El Matador
He kisses Anita as he walks out the door
He knows he may never see her anymore
She wishes he would settle down
Yet he heads toward another town
His eyes are wide
His heart is tore
He must always be El Matador
The hellish growl behind the gate
Blood-hungry eyes can not wait
They will cheer as the bull hits the floor
The victor is El Matador
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