Текст песни Arctic monkeys - Matador

She was marrying a matador and he was with the weather girl,A very clever girl who stood out amongst several ones.A terrible dilemma, and forever he'll regret the dayHe didn't make the rescue from the bullring.

Sulking won't get you nowhere, son,There's blood on your chin where you've bitten your tongue.Smitten, but might not be smitten for long,If you're still sitting, she'll soon be smitten and gone.
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