Livin la Vida Loca
She's into superstitions
Black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition
That girl's gonna make me fall
She's into new sensations
New kicks in the candlelight
She's got a new addiction
For every day and night
She'll make you take your clothes off
And go dancing in the rain
She'll make you live her crazy life
But she'll take away your pain
Like a bullet to your brain
Upside, inside out
She's livin' la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin's the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca
You're livin' la vida loca
She's livin' la vida loca
Woke up in New York City
In a funky, cheap motel
She took my heart and she took my money
She must have slip me a sleeping pill
She never drinks the water
And makes you order French champagne
Once you've had a taste of her
You'll never be the same
Yeah she'll make you go insane
She'll make you take your clothes off
And go dancing in the rain
She'll make you live her crazy life
But she'll take away your pain
Like a bullet to your brain
Upside, inside out
She's livin' la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin's the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca
Gotta la vida loca
Gotta, gotta, gotta, la vida loca
Gotta, gotta, gotta la vida
Black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition
That girl's gonna make me fall
She's into new sensations
New kicks in the candlelight
She's got a new addiction
For every day and night
She'll make you take your clothes off
And go dancing in the rain
She'll make you live her crazy life
But she'll take away your pain
Like a bullet to your brain
Upside, inside out
She's livin' la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin's the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca
You're livin' la vida loca
She's livin' la vida loca
Woke up in New York City
In a funky, cheap motel
She took my heart and she took my money
She must have slip me a sleeping pill
She never drinks the water
And makes you order French champagne
Once you've had a taste of her
You'll never be the same
Yeah she'll make you go insane
She'll make you take your clothes off
And go dancing in the rain
She'll make you live her crazy life
But she'll take away your pain
Like a bullet to your brain
Upside, inside out
She's livin' la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin's the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca
Gotta la vida loca
Gotta, gotta, gotta, la vida loca
Gotta, gotta, gotta la vida
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Writer(s): Desmond Child, Robi Rosa
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