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(Jane Bowers/Irving Burgess) Aye, Torero, she is here. Aye, matador. I feel her eyes. They are wide with excitement and fear. I feel her heart for it cries when the horns are too near. I will bold, brave, and swift will I be and I will be numero uno, torero fino. She'll dream tonight of me. [Chorus:] Ole, ole, ole! (Husted!) Viva el matador! Ole, ole, ole! (Venga!) Viva el matador! Aye, Torero, she is here. Aye, matador. I see her smile and I see there the reason she came. Toro, come closer. Come here and I'll whisper her name. You may be brave and as bold as you're black, but I will be numero uno, torero fino, toro come back. [Chorus] Toro, aqui. Closer, closer, closer. From Letras Mania