My Margarita, I'm so romantic, But
Margarita, you drive me frantic, My Margarita, you could be tender, But
seniorita, you won't surrender.
On my guitar, oh so lightly, I play
nightly, When the moon begins to shine, Though every star above you knows
I love you I can never make you mine.
Oh, Margarita, when stars are
fading, Beneath your window I'm serenading My Margarita, life could be
sweeter If I could read in your glances Where romance is when it
dances, But whenever we're together, You're as fickle as the
weather When you kissed and run away
