[Chorus] I’m a matador, with doubtful honor Don’t wait for the encore, don’t wait, mi amor An outcome I won’t adore, if there’s blood on the floor Open the wooden door, watch a show that's close to a war [Verse 1] In Sevilla, bulls will kill ya It's a thriller, nothing's vanilla Don't do the Macarena in this arena See the desert area, visions of Arabia [Chorus] I’m a matador, with doubtful honor Don’t wait for the encore, don’t wait, mi amor An outcome I won’t adore, if there’s blood on the floor Open the wooden door, watch a show that's close to a war [Verse 2] It's a distant utopia, closer to dystopia This could be a phobia, feel the melancholia Dreaming of Babylonia, babe, I'm alone and I need ya In vibrant Barcelonia, I'm lost in Catalonia [Chorus] I’m a matador, with doubtful honor Don’t wait for the encore, don’t wait, mi amor An outcome I won’t adore, if there’s blood on the floor Open the wooden door, watch a show that's close to a war
