Song of the Day, 8 March 2005

[Bob Schroeck]

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
She'll make you take your clothes off
And go dancing in the rain
She'll make you live the crazy life
Or she'll take away your pain
Like a bullet to your brain
Upside inside out
She's living la Vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Living la Vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skins the color mocha
She will wear you out
Living la Vida loca
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 pill
She never drinks the water
Makes you order French Champaign
And once you had a taste of her
You'll never be the same
She'll make you go insane
Upside inside out
She's living la Vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Living la Vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skins the color mocha
She will wear you out
Living la Vida loca
Living la vida loca
She'll make you take your clothes off
And go dancing in the rain
She'll make you live the crazy life
Or she'll take away your pain
Like a bullet to your brain
Upside inside out
Living la Vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Living la Vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skins the color mocha
She will wear you out
Living la Vida loca
Living la Vida loca
Living la vida loca
-- Ricky Martin, Livin' La Vida Loca
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.