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

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