My Margarita - Horace Heidt

MY MARGARITAHorace Heidt 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 youI can never make you mine.Oh, Margarita, when stars are fading,Beneath your window I'm serenadingMy Margarita, life could be sweeterIf I could read in your glancesWhere romance is when it dances, But whenever we're together, You're as fickle as the weatherWhen you kissed and run away