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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMatador
She was marrying a matadorAnd he was with the weather girlA very clever girl who stood out amongst several onceA terrible dilemma and forever he'll regret the dayHe didn't make the rescue from the bullring.Sulking won't get you nowhere, sonThere's blood on your chin where you've bitten your tongueSmitten but might not be smitten for longIf you're still sitting she'll soon be smitten and gone
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