She's in to Superstition, black cats & voodoo dolls
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I feel a preminition, that girl's gonna make make me fall
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She's in to new sensations, new kicks in candle light
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She's got a new addiction, for everyday and night
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She'll make you take your clothes off and go
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dancin'in the rain
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She'll make you live her crazy life,
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she'll take away your pain
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a bullet through your brain.
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Upside inside out, Livin la vida loca
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She'll push and pull down, Livin la vida loca
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Her lips are are devil red, Skins the colour o'mocca
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She will wear you out Livin la vida loca
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Livin la vida loca, livin la vida ..loca.
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Wake up in New York City, inn a funky cheap motel
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Took my heart, took my money
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She must o'slipped me a sleeping pill
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She never drinks the water, makes you order french
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champagne
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Once you've had a taste of her, you 'll never be the
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same
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She'll make you go insane
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[Chorus:]
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She'll make you take your clothes off...
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Livin La Vida Loca
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Toy Dolls |