Elvis Presley - Marguerita 1963

Elvis Presley - Marguerita 1963 (Instrumental) 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 (Instrumental)