| Pedro the bull was a killer
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| King of the bullfighter ringer
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| He’d wipe up the floor with each brave matador
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| And have matador stew for his dinner
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| He heard the crowd shouting «Olé»
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| But he met his master that day
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| The bullfighter was a lady
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| And it was true love at first sight
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| Her red cape was waving but Pedro was shaking (or shaving?)
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| He wanted to date her that night
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| Olé
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| Pedro the bull he was smitten
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| First time the love bug had bitten
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| He once was a mad bull, a wild and a bad bull
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| But now he was mild as a kitten
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| The people were starting to hiss
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| But Pedro just wanted to kiss
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| The bullfighter was a lady
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| And Pedro he liked what he saw
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| He floated on air with a rose in his hair
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| As he waltzed with that sweet matador
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| His fate was a bad one, his tale is a sad one
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| It’s hanging right over her door
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| Olé! |