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…