Livin' la vida loca

The Toy Dolls
Música y Letras: Desmond Child, Robi Rosa


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

She's into new sensations,
new kicks in candle light.
She's got a new addiction,
for every day and night.

She'll make you take your clothes off
and go dancin' in the rain.
She'll make you live her crazy life,
she'll take away your pain
like a bullet through 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.
Skins the colour o'mocca.
She will wear you out.
Livin' la vida loca.
Livin' la vida loca.
Livin' la vida... loca.

(...)

Wake up in New York City.
In a funky cheap motel.
Took my heart, took my money.
She must o'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.
She'll make you go insane.

Upside, inside out.
Livin' la vida loca.
She'll push and pull you down.
Livin' la vida loca.
Her lips are devil red.
Skins the colour o'mocca.
She will wear you out.
Livin' la vida loca.
Livin' la vida loca.
Livin' la vida... loca.

She'll make you take your clothes off
and go dancin' in the rain.
She'll make you live her crazy life,
she'll take away your pain
like a bullet through 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.
Skins the colour o'mocca.
She will wear you out,
livin' la vida loca.
Livin' la vida loca.
Livin' la vida... loca.