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

A very clever girl who stood out amongst several once

A terrible dilemma and forever he'll regret this day he didn't make the

Rescue from the building

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