The Matador (Touradas em Madri)
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Once a matador was in the ring
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When the brighten look of the matador
She faced the matador and saw the ring
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Dressed in a new vermillion cape and traditional regalia
He hadn't let a bull escape
So the bull was facing falia
He moved at an angle and they two began old tango
As the crowd let out of roar
Until the day no one had seen the matador
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They had come and gone in Mexico
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They were worrying bull sitting in the ring
Alone and wondering:
Where did he go?
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He must've hidden in mighty heart
So he flew from the arena
Maybe he fell in someone's yard
Down in Southern Pasadena
The bull was full of ego
But I'm telling you amigo
You'll be pruding more and more
Until the day he finds a missing matador
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Now they killed the bull in wilder place
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Now he's standing in his fen and taking bows
And all the gorgeous cows are all a plain
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These seven hundred thousand fake
Has the beauty to be some steer
This is a very big mistake
For the people got a bum steer
He may be celebrated
But he actually was slated
For cupidoes butcher stars
To be a big stake for the famous matador
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Olé!
