Matador

She was marrying a matador and he was with the weather girl
A very clever girl who stood out amongst several once
A terrible dilemma and forever he'll regret this day 
He didn't make the rescue from the building
Sulking won't get you nowhere, son
There's blood on your chin where you've bitten your tongue
Smitten, but might not be smitten for long 
If you're still sitting, she'll soon be smitten and gone