VERSE 1
She's into superstitions
Black cats voodo dolls,
I feel a preminition,
that girls gonna make you fall.
VERSE 2
She's into new sensations,
New kicks in the candlelight,
She's got a new addiction,
For every day and night,
she makes you take your clothes and go dancing in the rain,
She'll make you live her crazy life,
But she'll take away you're pain,
Like a bullet in your brain,
CHORUS
Upside, inside out,
Livin' la vida loca,
She'll push and pull you down,
livin' la vida loca,
Her lips are devil red,
And her skins the colour of mo-cha,
She will wear you out,
Livin' la vida loca,
Livin' la vida loca,
She's livin' la vida loca.
VERSE 3
Woke up in New York city,
In a funky cheap hotel,
She took my heart and money,
She must of slipped a sleeping pill,
She never drinks the water,
And makes you order French Champagne,
But once you've had a taste of her,
you'll never be the same,
yes she'll make you go insane!
CHORUS
Upside, inside out,
Livin' la vida loca,
She'll push and pull you down,
livin' la vida loca,
Her lips are devil red,
and her skins the colour of mo-cha,
She will wear you out,
livin' la vida loca,
livin' la vida loca,
she livin' la vida loca...
