text: 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 hell regret the day
  He didnt make the rescue from the bullring
  Sulking wont get you nowhere, son
  Theres blood on your chin where youve bitten your tongue
  Smitten, but might not be smitten for long
  If youre still sitting, shell soon be smitten and gone