Lyrics:

She was marrying the matador when he was with the weather girl
A very clever girl who stood out amongst several ones

A terrible dilemma and forever he'll regret
The day he didn't make the rescue from the bull-ring

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