Flamenco de The Tragically Hip

Does it dimish your super-capacity to love
walk like a matador, don't be chicken shit and turn breezes into rivulets
flamenco-sweep the air and weave the sun and stamp your feet for everyone
does it exhibit your natural tendency to hate
maybe a prostitute could teach you how to take a compliment
maybe i'll go to new york, i'll drag you there you said, "no one drags me anywhere"
does it diminish your super-capacity to love