There's a girl from Brazil
She was born to move her hips, can't keep her feet still
Always looking for attention, she uses her eyes
To turn a small flame into a fire

She's a girl from a town
Where nobody knows your name, where nobody's found
And no one ever sees the bright lights now and she spends every night
She danced her way to a better life

I gotta leave 'cause it's a bad thing
She bouta make me do the things that she wanna do
It feels so good when it's a bad thing
But when the lights go down come on, Elita, wave your crown

And the crowd shouts Elita
Oh come out where we can see ya
Now the night is ready for ya
One dance and we'll be singing hallelujah

Now the crowd they are screaming
Let it up, what they are feeling
It's so hot, don't get too near
Number one señrita, oh Elita

It's kinda hard to find somebody from this part of the world
Until you're looking at her body and you're starting to tell
That you're falling in love and it feels like a drug
You've got nothing to lose, you've got something to touch

She can be cold, cold digging for gold
She doesn't want to keep a man, doesn't want to be sold
She has a ticket to a life that is hard to resist
She rewrote the book and added a twist

I gotta leave (I goota leave)'cause it's a bad thing (it's a bad thing)
She bouta make me do the things that she wanna do
It feels so good when it's a bad thing (it's a bad thing)
But when the lights go down come on, Elita, wave your crown

And the crowd shouts Elita (Elita)
Oh come out where we can see ya (where we can see ya)
Now the night is ready for ya (for ya)
One dance and we'll be singing hallelujah

Now the crowd they are screaming
Let it up what they are feeling
It's so hot, don't get too near
Number one señorita, oh Elita

Dance dance dance, Elita
Dance dance dance, Elita
Dance dance dance, Elita
Come on Elita (ta ta ta)

Báilame Elita, baila
(Oh Elita)
Elita baila

So look out, beware
Like a do or dare
She'll fight for a right, she'll do whatever it takes

And the crowd shouts Elita (Elita!)
Oh come out where we can see ya (woo-oo)
Now the night is ready for ya (Elita)
One dance and we'll be singing hallelujah (woh-oh-oh, yeah)

Now the crowd they are screaming (yeah)
Let it up what they are feeling
It's so hot, don't get too near
Number one señorita, oh Elita

Dance dance dance, Elita
Dance dance dance, Elita
Dance dance dance, Elita
Come on Elita
Come on Elita
Come on Elita

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Writer(s): Gary Barlow, Jean Rodriguez, Michael Bublé, Sebastian Obando Giraldo