el toreador

he was nobly born

and a spanish bull's horn

had left one scar on his handsome face

he stood like a prince

and he had ever since

he had grandly walked into the place

though the girls of madrid

tonight were forbid

for tomorrow he must fight once more

before he left the ball

he would dance with them all

'cause he was el toreador

the day of the feast

was just a light in the east

when he left maria's warm bed

her dark eyes said more"