Lyrics:
She was marrying the matador when he was with the weather girlA very clever girl who stood out amongst several onesA terrible dilemma and forever he'll regretThe day he didn't make the rescue from the bull-ringSulking won't get you nowhere, sonThere's blood on your chin where you've bitten your tongueSmitten, but might not be smitten for longIf you're still sitting, she'll soon be smitten and gone