El Matador

Hands go up when the matador arrives... the arena trembles when the matador enters the scene... You'll see him only when he enters then disappears among his women he's the playboy the matador... Boss brings drinks warms up the atmosphere the ladies with him are ready to perform again so far a great gala of buttocks my dear the matador is horny aroused from morning till night and so the dancers run to introduce themselves and he in a moment invites them to sit down whether you believe it or not you seem a bit shy meanwhile your woman has already put herself down at his table you see maybe it's because he looks like a singer maybe it's because he always tries but he has a concentrated dose of testosterone above average that stimulates every hormone of his drives him crazy if he catches a glimpse of your thong under the skirt that gives you a violent thrill look now what do you want me to say he wants to enjoy life remains a rare specimen always devoted to... Chorus Night after night you can find him around glass in hand proud look he seems like a kid he dives into the chaos moves his hips a bit and then who knows in which bed he'll wake up in the morning next to who knows which princess who lost her mind at the first caress the matador can't resist feels his heart beating and listens to it when a woman stares at him from there on he can't distinguish black from white he's driven only by instinct the rest doesn't matter I look at him and I don't know if he's good or bad I think he's a son of a bitch but deep down I respect him because his exes say they hate him but they're under the covers arms open waiting for him they think every breakup is a loss you know what I'm talking about the matador is coming make way... Chorus