Arctic Monkeys Matador
She was marrying the matador and he was with the weather girl
A very clever girl who stood out amongst several ones
A terrible dillema and forever he'll regret
The day he didn't make the rescue from the bullring
Talking won't get you nowhere, son
There's blood on your chin where you've bitten your tongue
Smitten but might not be smitten for long
If you're still sitting she'll soon be smitten and gone
