Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Matador, artist - Trisha Yearwood. Date of issue: 12.08.2021
Song language: English
The Matador |
| I threw a rose to the matador |
| Not sure who I was cheering for |
| My aim was true, my heart was full |
| I loved the fighter and the bull |
| I loved like only a woman can |
| A very complicated man |
| I bound his wounds, I heard his cries |
| I gave him truth, I told him lies |
| His rage is made of many things |
| Faithless women, wedding rings |
| Snakes and snails and alcohol |
| His daddy’s fist thrown through the wall |
| Ah, but he’s beautiful when he’s in the ring |
| The devil howls, the angels sing |
| Sparks fly from his fingertips |
| And words like birds fly from his lips |
| Some man is lying in the dirt |
| Some woman’s crying that he’s hurt |
| But he’s not alive without the thrill |
| Without the dance, without the kill |
| The lights go down, the people roar |
| They’re cheering on the matador |
| And this is how the story goes |
| I knew it when I threw the rose |
| I come to each and every show |
| The woman in the second row |
| I watch them in their ancient dance |
| And I know I never stood a chance |
| 'Cause while other demons prance and clown |
| It’s vanity that takes you down |
| I thought that I could be the one |
| But I’m just another hanger-on |
| Some man is bleeding in the dirt |
| Some woman’s crying that she’s hurt |
| But who are we without the thrill |
| Without the dance, without the kill? |
| And he is bull and matador |
| And I’m the mother and the whore |
| And this is how the story goes |
| I knew it when I threw the rose |
| I threw a rose to the matador |
| Not sure who I was cheering for |
| My aim was true, my heart was full |
| I loved the fighter and the bull |