I enter the ring to a chorus of cheers
The air is electric with the faint smell of fear
I summon your charge with a wave of a hand
You rub against me like where water meets land
Dancing with you is like fighting the bull
Dancing with you is like fighting the bull
I reach for my sword while you moan and you writhe
It's a battle of wills, only one will survive
It's a foregone conclusion two lives filled with lust
And our love's an illusion committed to dust
Dancing with you is like fighting the bull
Dancing with you is like fighting the bull
Dancing with you is like fighting the bull
Dancing with you is like fighting the bull
Dancing with you
Dancing with you