Hot Hot Heat

Hot Hot Heat - Matador At The Door

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Knock Knockin, who's there?

Matado at the door; knocking till midnight.

Sell his soul to hell, he lost the bull fight.

Nothing's okay; everything's no-kay?

Between the matador and his wife.

He's still knocking until the early morning.

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