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She's in to superstition Black cats and voodoo dolls I feel a premonition That girl's gonna make make me fall She's in to new sensations New kicks in candle light She's got a new addiction For every day and night She'll make you take your clothes off And go dancin' in the rain She'll make you live her crazy life She'll take away your pain Like a bullet through your brain Upside inside out Livin' la vida loca She'll push and pull you down Livin' la vida loca Her lips are devil red Skin's the color of mocca She will wear you out Livin' la vida loca Livin' la vida loca Livin' la vida loca Woke up in New York City In a funky cheap motel Took my heart, took my money She must have slipped me a sleeping pill She never drinks the water Makes you order French champagne Once you've had a taste of her You 'll never be the same She'll make you go insane Upside inside out Livin' la vida loca She'll push and pull you down Livin' la vida loca Her lips are are devil red Skin's the color of mocca She will wear you out Livin' la vida loca Livin' la vida loca Livin' la vida loca She'll make you take your clothes off And go dancin' in the rain She'll make you live her crazy life She'll take away your pain Like a bullet through your brain Upside inside out Livin' la vida loca She'll push and pull you down Livin' la vida loca Her lips are are devil red Skin's the color of mocca She will wear you out Livin' la vida loca Livin' la vida loca Livin' la vida loca Livin', livin', livin' Livin' la vida loca Livin', livin', livin', livin' |