My Margarita, I'm so romantic, But Margarita, you drive me frantic, My Margarita, you could be tender, But seniorita, you won't surrender. On my guitar, oh so lightly, I play nightly, When the moon begins to shine, Though every star above you knows I love you I can never make you mine. Oh, Margarita, when stars are fading, Beneath your window I'm serenading My Margarita, life could be sweeter If I could read in your glances Where romance is when it dances, But whenever we're together, You're as fickle as the weather When you kissed and run away