Matador
She was marrying a matador and he was with the weather girl,A very clever girl who stood out amongst several onceA terrible dilemma and forever he’ll regret this day he didn’t make theRescue from the bull ringSulking won’t get you nowhere son,There’s blood on your chin where you’ve bitten your tongueSmitten but might not be smitten for long if you’re still sitting she’ll soonBe smitten and gone