Margarita (Clarke Gilby)

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