Matador At The Door Songtext

Knock Knockin, who's there?
Matado at the door; knocking till midnight.
Sell his soul to hell, he lost the bull fight.
Nothing's okay; everything's no-kay?
Between the matador and his wife.
He's still knocking until the early morning.
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