She's into superstitions black cats and voodoo dolls.
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I feel a premonition that girl's gonna make me fall.
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She's into new sensations new kicks in the candle light.
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She's got a new addiction for every day and night.
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She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.
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She'll make you live her crazy life but she'll take away your pain
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like a bullet to your brain. Come On!
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[CHORUS:]
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Upside, inside out she's livin la vida loca
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She'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca
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Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha
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She will wear you out livin la vida loca Come On!
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Livin la vida loca, Come on!
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She's livin la vida loca.
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Woke up in New York City in a funky cheap hotel
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She took my heart and she took my money
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she must've slipped me a sleeping pill
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She never drinks the water and makes you order French Champagne
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Once you've had a taste of her you'll never be the same
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Yeah, she'll make you go insane.
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[CHORUS]
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She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.
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She'll make you live her crazy life
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but she'll take away your pain like a bullet to your brain. Come On!
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[CHORUS]
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Livin' La Vida Loca
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| Ricky Martin |
