(Words & music by Don Robertson)
Who makes my heart beat like thunder?
Who makes my temperature rise?
Who makes me tremble with wonderful rapture
With one burning glance, from her eyes

Marguerita...

Once I was free as a gypsy
creature too wild to tame
Then suddenly I saw, Marguerita
And I was caught, like a moth in the flame

Marguerita...is her name

Marguerita...

Her lips have made me her prisoner
slave to her [bad word] She captivates me, and intoxicates me
With one little touch of her hand

Marguerita....

Sweet...Marguerita...sweet,sweet Marguerita....