Robi Rosa

She's into superstitions, black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition, that girl's gonna make me fall

She's into new sensations, new kicks in the candlelight
She's got a new addiction, for every day and night

*She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain
She'll make you live her crazy life, but she'll take away your pain
Like a bullet to your brain (come on!)

**Upside, inside out, she's livin' la vida loca (come on!)
She'll push and pull you down, livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha
She will wear you out, livin' la vida loca (come on!)
Livin' la vida loca (come on!)
She's livin' la vida loca (come on!)

Woke up in New York city in a funky cheap hotel
She took my heart and she took my money, she must've slipped me a sleeping pill

She never drinks the water, makes you order French champagne
Once you've had a taste of her, you'll never be the same
Yeah, she'll make you go insane (Come on!)

**repeat

*repeat

Upside, inside out, she's livin' la vida loca (come on!)
She'll push and pull you down, livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha
She will wear you out, livin' la vida loca (come on!)

**repeat

Gotta, gotta, gotta la vida loca
Hey, come on, sing it
Gotta, gotta, gotta la vida loca
Gotta, gotta, gotta la vie