She was marrying a matador and he was with the weather girl,
A very clever girl who stood out amongst several once
A terrible dilemma and forever he´ll regret this day he didn´t make the
Rescue from the building
Sulking 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