I ain't the talking type, Down at the bar at night, Drinking off my former lovers. This melancholy, darkened room, I smelled your cheap perfume, An angel in Latin bartender. Chorus: Margarita, sweeter than all the others. Margarita, I spilled you under the covers. Margarita, you go down smooth like a shot of gold Patron. Let's spend the night together, I fear you'll tell your brother, What you lost I couldn't borrow. In all your ecstasy, You grab your rosary, Ask forgiveness tomorrow. Repeat chorus