She's into superstition
Black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel 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
Like a bullet to your brain
Upside inside out
Living la Vida loca
Push and pull you down
Her lips are devil red
And her skins the color mocha
She will wear you out
Living la vida loca
Woke up in New York City
In a funky cheap motel
She took my heart and she took my money
She must of slipped me a sleeping&nb