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(Robi Rosa, Desmond Child) She's into superstitions Black cats and voodoo dolls I feel a premoniton That girl's gonna make me fall She's into new sensations New kicks in the candle light 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 the brain Upside inside out She's livin la vida loca She'll push and pull you out Livin la vida loca Her lips are devil red And her skins the colour of mocha She will wear you out 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 took my money She must have slipped me a sleepin' 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 Repeat Chorus 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 the brain Upside inside out She's livin la vida loca She'll push and pull you out Livin la vida loca Her lips are devil red And her skins the colour of mocha She will wear you out Livin la vida loca She's livin la vida loca Upside inside out She's livin la vida loca She'll push and pull you out Livin la vida loca Her lips are devil red And her skins the colour of mocha She will wear you out Livin la vida loca Livin la vida loca Livin la vida loca Livin la vida loca
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