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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
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 crawling in on all fours
Knocking at your door
Knocking at your door
I don't wanna bleed anymore
I just wanted love, 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 your waving it snarling
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 fucking Rouge
I came crawling in on all fours
Knocking at your door
Knocking at your door
I don't wanna bleed anymore
I just wanted love, you wanted gore
You're my matador
He said
Look, look, look what she's done
She's gone and smashed me up for fun
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 crawling in on all fours
Knocking at your door
Knocking at your door
I don't wanna bleed anymore
I just wanted love, you wanted gore
You're my matador"