Livin' La Vida Loca - Black-Ingvars

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

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 skin’s the color mocha

She will wear you out

Livin' la vida loca

Livin' la vida loca

She’s livin' la vida loca

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

And 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