She's into superstition, black cats and a foot of towelsI feel a premonition, that girl's gonna make me fallShe's into new sensations, new kicks that catalyzeShe's got a new addiction, for every day and nightShe'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rainShe'll make you live her crazy life, or she'll take away the painLike a bullet to your faceOh!Upside and side, she's livin' la vida locaPush and pull you down, livin' la vida locaHer lips are there forever, and her skin's the color of mochaShe will wear you out, livin' la vida locaWoo!Woo-hoo!Walk out to New York City, in a funky cheap hotelShe took my heart and she took my money, must have slipped me a sleeping bagShe's into new sensations, new kicks that catalyzeShe's got a new addiction, for every day and nightShe never drinks the water, makes you want a fresh champagneYou won't be so drunk, you won't be so drunk, you won't be so drunkOnce you have the taste of her, you'll never be the same.She'll make you go insane.Upside, inside out, she's living la vida loca.Push and pull you down, living la vida loca.Her lips are never red, and her skin is a color mocha.She will wear you out, living la vida loca.She's living la vida loca.She's living la vida loca.She's living la vida loca.