Gilby Clarke
Margarita
I ain't the talking type,Down at the bar at night,Drinking off my former lovers.This melancholy, darkened room,I smelled your cheap perfume,An angel in Latin bartender.Chorus:Margarita, sweeter than all the others.Margarita, I spilled you under the covers.Margarita, you go down smooth like a shot of gold Patron.Let's spend the night together,I fear you'll tell your brother,What you lost I couldn't borrow.In all your ecstasy,You grab your rosary,Ask forgiveness tomorrow.Repeat chorus
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