Lyrics Mr. Irish Bastard - La Vida Loca

She's into superstition
Black cats and voodoo dolls
I'd felt a premonition
That girl's gonna make me fall

She's into new sensation
New kicks and candle light
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 the crazy life
As she'll take away your pain
Like a bullet to your brain

Upside inside out
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
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 have slipped me a sleeping pill
She never drinks the water
Makes you order French champagne
And once you've had a taste of her
You'll never be the same
Yes, she'll make you go insane