Spain is In

It's Mid-July in humid Spain
The running of the bulls

So knock me down and tie me up.
Come on, Babe, break the rules.

You have my heart, you have my soul,
I'm giving all the rest.

Beat me, bruise me, bloody me up.
Come on, Babe, do your best.

Your blood is pumping faster, hotter.
How can you keep your cool?

Or should I try a little harder?
Your hands just bloodied tools.

The whip, the chain; You've come again
Your ship's ground up ashore.

A sailor's mouth, A sailor's knot,
A rigging for a wh-re.