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El mucho grando matador
El toreador, all girls adore
They can see mystery in his eyes
No sign of fear, shows no surprise
Into the bullring he has come
The crowd applause his sense of fun
The roses fly into the air
It is the sign the bull is there

Well down at the swamp there's a place I know
Where you loose your mind, you go out of control
You'll find every demon, every specture or ghoul
That meet once a year for the swamp club ball

Well there's a track cruiser grooving from a side to side
Grooving with a devil who can wriggle and ride
There's a spaced out jackal doing the shimmy and shake

Sweet Dreams

Every night while i´m lying in bed
He craves from my soul jumping into my head
He walks in my dreams and he tortures my brain
He makes me believe that i´m going insane
Why does he come here i cannot explain
Attacking my soul and a´giving me pain

You know that every time i look into your big gray eyes
A feeling grows inside of me that makes me want to fly
Through the darkened midnight hours to circle around the moon

So girl you better believe it when i land next to you
You’ve got it--You’ve got it-- You’ve got it-- Well you got it

You’ve got it--My money--You get it-- I take it