Bert Jerred - Pica**o lyrics
I see the red flag waving. You draw me out just like Pica**o; so, I must look stranger - now that you're looking past the roses in your mouth. I hear it now: these crowds that move in ma**-bolero. But you're my matador – Oh, won't you take those arrows out? I wish I knew the words to your flamenco serenade.