Margarita

I ain't the talking type

Down at the bar tonight

Drinking off my former lovers

In the melancholy darkened room

I smelled your cheap perfume

An angel in Latin bartender

Chorus

Margarita - sweeter than all the others

Margarita - spilled you under the covers

Margarita - you go down smooth, like a shot of gold Patron

Can't spend the night together

I fear you'll tell your brother

What you lost I couldn't borrow

In all the ecstasy, you grabbed your rosary

Ask forgiveness tomorrow