Here we are again at the Kazimier Garden
Underneath a slate sky
Your stare is steely and your tongue is sharpened
Can cut me like a steak knife
We used to share that stall
A pair of wine lips, hips pressed up against the wall

You know I tried my best to turn your black eyes hazel
And kiss away your cruelty
I gladly got undressed, put all my cards on the table
And by cards, I mean me
Apple in mouth, then you left town
Ran after you until my legs gave out

I came crawling in on all fours
Knocking at your door, knocking at your door
I don't wanna bleed anymore
I just wanted love but you wanted gore
You're my matador

Here we are again at the Kazimier Garden
The music is getting stranger
Your cape is crimson and you're waving it, snarlin'
The air is full of danger
All I wanted was to put on a little skirt, a little show for you
You said: Babe, this ain't the Moulin fucking Rouge

I came crawling in on all fours
Knocking at your door, knocking at your door
I don't wanna bleed anymore
I just wanted love but you wanted gore
You're my matador
You're my matador

He said: Look, look, look what she's done
She's gone and smashed me up for fun
Someone better find her
Make her pay for all this fine china
Poke, poke, poke until she bites
Until she's full of spit and spite
I say: At least my rage is red
It's the closest to love that you'll ever get

I came crawling in on all fours
Knocking at your door, knocking at your door
I don't wanna bleed anymore
I just wanted love but you wanted gore
You're my matador

You're my matador, you're
You're my matador
You're my matador
You're my matador
You're my matador