The Matador Lyrics

29th April 2013
CAPO: 7th fret (sounds in key of Em)
I threw a rose to the matador, not sure who I was cheering for,
My aim was true, my heart was full, I loved the fighter... and the bull,
I loved like only a woman can, a very complicated man,
I bound his wounds, I heard his cries, I gave him truth, I told him lies!
His rage is made of many things, faithless women, wedding rings,
Snakes and snails and alcohol, his daddy's fist thrown through the wall,
Ah, but he's beautiful when he's in the ring, the devil howls, the angels sing,
Sparks fly from his fingertips, and words, like birds, fly from his lips!
Some man is lying in the dirt, some woman's crying that he's hurt,
But he's not alive without the thrill, with - out the dance, without the kill,
The lights go down, the people roar, they're cheering on the matador,
And this is how the story goes, I knew it when I threw... the rose!
I come to each and every show, the woman in the second row,
I watch them in their ancient dance, and I know I never stood a chance,
'Cause while other demons prance and clown, it's vanity that takes you down,
I thought that I could be the one, but I'm just another... hanger-on!
Some man is bleeding in the dirt, some woman's crying that she's hurt,
But who are we without the thrill, with - out the dance, without the kill?
And he is bull and matador, and I'm the mother, and the whore,
And this is how the story goes, I knew it when I threw... the rose!
I threw a rose to the matador, not sure who I was cheering for,
My aim was true, my heart was full, I loved the fighter... and the bull!
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