Matador

The Matador I was thinking of taken the bus Seville But don`t know what to do when getting there Unless I run into a female Toreador I once met in Seville she was good at killing things She had once worked at an abattoir, alas, too many men Surrounded her, she didn`t see me That was long ago she must be 70 years old now And probably glad to see a man who remembers when She cut the ear of the of her prey and held it aloft And the spectators were ecstatic. Perhaps she has turned away from this slaughter and Become and protector of all animals. Did I tell you I was in Seville ten years ago with A drunken girlfriend? In a bar, she got up pretending to be a matador, This was embarrassing I had to get her out and to the hotel But, she was in a festive mood and disappeared in the night. There are idle moments when I wonder what happened to her.