Besedila: Paul Williams. A Little Bit Of Love. Margarita.

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Her family lives in a trailor
Five miles out of town
He's crazy said the neighbors
I was white--she was brown
But we'd just run to the river
And lay our bodies down
Between her sighs we'd love away the lies
That followed us around

Margarita, Margarita
The softness of your body and the hunger in my soul
Are the only secrets I'll ever know
Margarita

We grew up together
While our families worked the land
And the shadows never touched
The places where we ran
But as the years went driftin' by
The harvest turned to sand
She went away--I had to stay
I'll never understand

Margarita, Margarita
The softness of your body and the hunger in my soul
Are the only secrets I'll ever know
Margarita

Sometimes in the evenin'
At the closing of the day
I look down on the valley
Where we used to lay
And now there's just a whisper
Of an old familiar name
Margarita, give anything to see you
It feels that good to say

Margarita, Margarita
The softness of your body and the hunger in my soul
Are the only secrets I'll ever know
Margarita