she’s queen of the margaritas pretty little senorita living down in ole Mexico spending another lonley night in a little club down on who knows what street she doesn’t care washing away her tears with the sweet refreshing drink with a margarita in her hand she doesnt have much time to think out on the dance floor shaking her latin booty who needs him she’s the queen and he should be bowing down to her another drink and for tonight she will drown out his memory once againBirth sign: Aries
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