Matador - Arctic Monkeys

She was marrying a matador and he was with the weather girl

A very clever girl who stood out amongst several ones

A terrible dilemma and forever he’ll regret the day

He didn’t make the rescue from the bullring

Sulking won’t get you nowhere, son

There’s blood on your chin where you’ve bitten your tongue

Smitten, but might not be smitten for long

If you’re still sitting, she’ll soon be smitten and gone