Toreador In The Rain by Marc Almond
Sad little boy of the street
Hands of a thief
With the mind of a dreamer
Dodging the puddles with feet
Of a torero in an arena
Sings an old andalucian song
Dancing along
Using his dirty red coat as a cape
Rain thundering down
Sounds like the applause from
Hundreds of people
He feels free as the wind
Free as the swifts
Around the cathedral
Kneels to acknowledge his fame
Forgets all his pain
Little toreador in the rain
Bathed in a rainbow of pink
Purple and blue outside la molina
The pavement reflecting the neon
Lights this torero in his arena
He looks down at his clothes
Imagining those
Worn of sequin, gold and brocade
He kneels and kisses the beast
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