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*Margarita... Just over the border line Count her in tequila time With a second hand squeeze of lime Margarita... With the slightest of accents Just enough to wonder what she meant Takes back all the time you've spent Margarita... Comes to you with the blood shot eyes Enough to make a grown man cry With the feeling they've up and died Margarita... Mariachi music playing on the wind Wake up with all your money spent If your not broke at least your half bent Margarita... When will her madness end*
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
~Margarita~
*Margarita... Just over the border line Count her in tequila time With a second hand squeeze of lime Margarita... With the slightest of accents Just enough to wonder what she meant Takes back all the time you've spent Margarita... Comes to you with the blood shot eyes Enough to make a grown man cry With the feeling they've up and died Margarita... Mariachi music playing on the wind Wake up with all your money spent If your not broke at least your half bent Margarita... When will her madness end*
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
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