Текст песни: Elvis Presley. Marguerita.

Who makes my heart beat like thunder?
Who makes my temperature rise?
Who makes me tremble with wonderful rapture
With one burning glance from her eyes?

Marguerita!

Once I was free as a gypsy
A creature too wild to tame
Then suddenly I saw Marguerita
And I was caught like a moth in the flame

Marguerita is her name
Marguerita!

Her lips have made me her prisoner
A slave to her every command
She captivates me and intoxicates me
With one little touch of her hand

Marguerita!
Sweet Marguerita
Sweet sweet Marguerita