Marguerita - Elvis Presley

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

A 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

A slave to her every command

She captivates me, and intoxicates me With one little touch of her hand

Marguerita…

Sweet… Marguerita…sweet, sweet Marguerita…