| 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 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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| (Chorus:)
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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… |