Matador

Here we are again at the Kazimier Garden Underneath a slate sky Your stare is steely and your tongue is sharpened Can carve me like a steak knife We used to share that stall and a pair of wine lips Hips pressed up against the wall You know I tried my best to turn your black eyes hazel And kiss away your cruelty I gladly got undressed, put all my cards on the table And by cards, I mean me Apple in mouth, then you left town Ran after you until my legs gave out I came crawlin' in on all fours Knockin' at your door Knockin' at your door I don't wanna bleed anymore I just wanted love But you wanted gore You're my matador Here we are again at the Kazimier Garden The music is getting stranger Your cape is crimson and you're wavin' it, snarlin' The air is full of danger I only wanted to put on a little skirt, a little show for you You said, "Babe, this ain't the Moulin fuckin' Rouge" I came crawlin' in on all fours Knockin' at your door Knockin' at your door I don't wanna bleed anymore I just wanted love But you wanted gore You're my matador You're my matador He said, "Look, look, look what she's done She's gone and smashed me up for fun Oh, someone better find her Make her pay for all of this fine china Poke, poke, poke until she bites Until she's full of spit and spite" I said, "At least my rage is red It's the closest to love that you'll ever get" I came crawlin' in on all fours Knockin' at your door Knockin' at your door I don't wanna bleed anymore I just wanted love But you wanted gore You're my matador You're my matador, you're You're my matador You're my matador You're my matador You're my matador