The Matador
The matador is in the arena
She waits for the arrival of the bull
The bull is as slouched as a hyena
As he runs towards her now, black and dull.
She waits for the arrival of the bull
His horns sticking out wants to do damage
As he runs towards her now, black and dull
Her intellect is above average.
His horns sticking out wants to do damage
Don't let her play with him, it's dangerous
Her intellect is above average
A lethal outcome could be ominous.
Don't let her play with him, it's dangerous
Though the matador handles him with skill
A lethal outcome could be ominous
The viewers and she in her game do thrill.
Though the matador handles him with skill
The bull is as slouched as a hyena
The viewers and she in her game do thrill