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.
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.
