The Spanish bulls were beaten; a crowd is soon begot The matador is beautiful, a symphony and a star Excitement becomes ecstatic As passion plays its part. Gracefully bowing to each ovation, His hands applaud with slippery sweat, As salvia fills his empty smile. So dance, dance, dance, Teach us to be true Come dance, dance, dance, Because we love you. The life he lives crushed him into a liar, Dreams ripped… Read More

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