Enchanted
Album - 1990 - Debaser id 60966

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
Fearing the least
Knowing death will not find him
But maybe one day he will face
The Horns of the Devil
His childhood behind him

Brave young man from the streets
No more a thief
No longer a dreamer
Stands in front of the Beast
A golden Torero in an Arena
It starts to thunder and rain
Remembering that day
He danced like a fool on the wing of a dream

Sand turning to mud
Soon where his blood will splatter and mingle
Free, Free as an Angel
Up with the swifts
Around the cathedral
Never to be seen again
Dreams all in vain
There lies the Toreador in the rain

Little Toreador in the rain
Little Toreador in the rain

A lover spurned
A lesson learned
On love you've got
Your fingers burnt
Shed bitter tears
Now love has turned
The sweet revenge
Of a lover spurned

A passing phase
A week of love
But all at once
You had enough
It pales so soon
Waned with the moon
No deep concern
For a lover spurned

She'll destroy you with her little games
See you swallow all the blame
Make you pay in many ways
For the pleasure of watching you squirm

She'll tell her friends to treat you rough
That you just weren't good enough
Make the going really tough
For the pleasure of watching you burn in hell

And every day
More guilt to pay
A lesson learned
From a lover spurned

It was all so cosy for you
You had a wife, two children
And a beautiful house
And me, well you wanted me
When it suited your needs
And now, now I have nothing
Just a handful of faded photographs
Nothing but a cold empty heart
But I'm not easily forgotten
I'll appear when you least expect
To make you pay
You asked for it that way

She'll come to get you with a knife
Write poison letters to your wife
Totally destroy your life
For the pleasure of watching you squirm

She'll make a fool of you at work
Drag your name through the dirt
Make sure that it really hurts
For the pleasure of watching you burn in hell

Repeat first verse

The sweet revenge
Of a lover spurned