Mar–ga–rita, ah
Mar–ga–rita, ah
Ooh

It was in Pittsburgh, late one night
I lost my hat, got into a fight
I rolled and tumbled, till I saw the light
Went to the big apple, took a bite

Still the sun went down your way
Down from the blue into the gray
Where I stood I saw you walk away
You danced away

I asked her what we’re gonna do tonight
She said “Cahuenga Langa-Langa-Shoe Box Soup”
We better keep tryin’ till we get it right
Tala mala sheela jaipur dhoop

She wrote a long letter on a short piece of paper

Mar–ga–rita

Tahsin Ünlü

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