She was marrying a matador
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And he was with the weather girl
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A very clever girl
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Who stood out amongst several once
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A terrible dilemma
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And forever he'll regret the day
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He didn't make the rescue
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From the bullring
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Sulking won't get you nowhere son
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There's blood on your chin
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Where you've bitten your tongue
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Smitten but might not be smitten for long
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If you're still sitting
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She'll soon be smitten and gone
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Matador
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| Arctic Monkeys |
