[Verse 1] Pulls you close and drops his guard, Makes you think that trust ain’t hard. Shares a secret, takes your hand, Learns exactly where you stand. Finds the bruise beneath your skin, Then he slowly digs it in. Uses everything you said, Turns your shelter into lead. Little joke beneath his breath, Tiny cuts that leave no mess. When you flinch, he starts to grin: [falsetto voice] “Jesus, learn to take a joke.” [Pre-Chorus] He needs you angry, needs you primed, Keeps the pressure timed just right. Pushes till you push him back— Then he points and screams, “Attack!” [Chorus] Matador! Shake your hand and draw the sword! Matador! Make you trust him at his word! MAT-A-DOR! Wave the cape and let you charge! Matador! Play the victim from afar! MAT-A-DOR! [Verse 2] Takes your kindness, takes your time, Crosses every little line. Borrows, breaks, and bleeds you dry, Then looks wounded and asks why. Poisons every friendly well, Drops a truth inside a lie. Tells them you are dangerous Before you get to tell your side. Then one night you’ve had enough. You strike back and call his bluff. There he stands with open hands: [falsetto voice]“See? I told you who they are.” [Pre-Chorus] He writes the ending, hides the start, Tears the whole damn thing apart. You’re the monster, he’s the saint— Standing spotless by the paint. [Chorus] Matador! Shake your hand and draw the knife! Matador! Make you trust him with your life! MAT-A-DOR! Wave the cape and let you charge! Matador! Play the victim from afar! MAT-A-DOR! [Bridge] Pull them closer. Learn the scar. Find the limit. Push too far. Crack the joke. Watch it land. Call them crazy When they stand. Take advantage. Play it sweet. Keep them burning. Stay discreet. Make them rage In public view. Then ask the room: [falsetto voice]“What did I do?” [Breakdown] He wants the bull Blind with rage. He wants the blood Across the stage. He wants you wild. He wants you loud. He wants to hide Inside the crowd. Break his rhythm. Change the pace. Make him fight you Face to face. Let him taunt. Let him spin. Wait until He leans too far in. No blind charge. No warning cry. Throw him off— Then let him fly. [Final Chorus] Matador! Now the bull won’t take the bait! Matador! Now you’re stumbling out of place! MAT-A-DOR! No more laughter, no disguise! Matador! Now they see behind your eyes! MAT-A-DOR! You made pain into a game! Matador! Now you choke upon your name! MAT-A-DOR! [Outro] The cape drops. The smile breaks. The crowd sees What it takes. No more jokes. No more spin. The bull turns. The horns go in. TORO, MOTHERFUCKER! TORO!
