Matador

Here we are again at the Kazimier Garden

Underneath a slate sky

Your stare is steely and your tongue is sharpened

Can carve me like a steak knife

We used to share that stall and a pair of wine lips

Hips pressed up against the wall

You know I tried my best to turn your black eyes hazel

And kiss away your cruelty

I gladly got undressed, put all my cards on the table

And by cards, I mean me

Apple in mouth, then you left town

Ran after you until my legs gave out

I came crawlin' in on all fours

Knockin' at your door

Knockin' at your door

I don't wanna bleed anymore

I just wanted love

But you wanted gore

You're my matador

Here we are again at the Kazimier Garden

The music is getting stranger

Your cape is crimson and you're wavin' it, snarlin'

The air is full of danger

I only wanted to put on a little skirt, a little show for you

You said, "Babe, this ain't the Moulin fuckin' Rouge"

I came crawlin' in on all fours

Knockin' at your door

Knockin' at your door

I don't wanna bleed anymore

I just wanted love

But you wanted gore

You're my matador

You're my matador

He said, "Look, look, look what she's done

She's gone and smashed me up for fun

Oh, someone better find her

Make her pay for all of this fine china

Poke, poke, poke until she bites

Until she's full of spit and spite"

I said, "At least my rage is red

It's the closest to love that you'll ever get"

I came crawlin' in on all fours

Knockin' at your door

Knockin' at your door

I don't wanna bleed anymore

I just wanted love

But you wanted gore

You're my matador

You're my matador, you're

You're my matador

You're my matador

You're my matador

You're my matador