El Matador
Saw that girl in a dream last night,
I thought my poor heart would break
She treat me cold, she made me feel low down
Just like she does when I'm awake
I know she knows, and yet she shines me on
I swear she must be made of stone
She treat me cold, she made me feel low down
Down to my skeleton bones
El matador I want to go back
To hear the crash of the sea
El matador I want to go back
Let the waves, let the waves wash over me
Why she's so mean, well, I don't know
Why she's so cruel, I cannot say
She treat me cold, she made me feel low down
All up in every kinda way
I don't know why she plays on my mind
She seems to have this hold on me
She treat me cold, she made me feel low down
And how I wish I could get free
El matador I want to go back
To hear the crash of the sea
El matador I want to go back
Let the waves, let the waves wash over me
El matador I want to go back
To hear the crash of the sea
El matador I want to go back
Let the waves, let the waves wash over me
El matador I want to go back
To hear the crash of the sea
El matador I want to go back
Let the waves, let the waves wash over me
Writer/s: James A Slay, Carl Howard Maysack
