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