| Margarita |
|---|
| Let me taste you, my Margarita |
| Just one kiss of your salted lips |
| Oh, let me taste, you Margarita |
| And I will always be there to greet |
| If only just for one sip |
| In a tiny bar in Lumbago |
| There is a girl that I know all too well |
| She fills my head believe me |
| And in the morning she leaves me |
| She leaves me feeling like hell |
| Let me taste you, my Margarita |
| Oh, just one kiss of your salted lips |
| Oh, let me taste you, Margarita |
| And I will always be there to greet |
| If only just for one sip |
