| Who makes my heart beat like thunder?
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| Who makes my temperature rise?
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| Who makes me tremble with wonderful rapture
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| With one burning glance, from her eyes
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| Marguerita…
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| Once I was free as a gypsy
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| A creature too wild to tame
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| Then suddenly I saw, Marguerita
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| And I was caught, like a moth in the flame
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| Marguerita… is her name
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| Marguerita…
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| Her lips have made me her prisoner
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| A slave to her every command
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| She captivates me, and intoxicates me With one little touch of her hand
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| Marguerita…
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| Sweet… Marguerita…sweet, sweet Marguerita… |