Yeah, baby (yeah, baby, yeah, baby)
There ain't nothing better (nothing better, nothing better)
You know you like it (like it like that, like it like that)
Check it out yo, yo

She had it goin' on, red bone, fresh out of Bayamón
In the calle long, Doña Ana throwin' at her corazón
I should of known she was a cachetera
Always watching novelas with abuela
Gossiping that bochinchera
Thought that she was better
'Cause she was pure boricuan
I was New Yorican, the Bronx
I pledged my true allegiance
But now you leavin', see I lost out before
See you in my next life, adios mi amor (mi amor)

She's into superstitions
Black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition
That girl's gonna make me fall

She'll make you take your clothes off
Go dancing in the rain
She'll make you live her
The girl will drive you right insane, she's

Upside, inside out
Livin' la vida loca
Push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
Skin's the color of mocha (her lips are devil red)
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca

Yo, yo Joe the first day I saw her face
She had me walking in space
Wanting to say something
But I was frozen, stuck in one place
I ain't fronting Seis, she was more amazing in grace
The type of face you pay to say everyday upon the stage

Uh, I met her at a rave
Back in the days
We could of got engaged
Shorty's body was tight
Have any guy ask her age
Masquerades and Mardi Gras
She likes to play ménage à trois
Lost it all, but that's the way the hottie was

Upside, inside out
Livin' la vida loca
Push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Lips are devil red (ooh)
Skin's the color of mocha (ooh)
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca

Ooh-ooh, she'll push and pull you down
Her lips are a devil red
She will wear you out
(Livin' la vida loca)
Oh, oh yeah
Lips are devil red
She will wear you out
(Livin' la vida loca)

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Writer(s): Desmond Child, Robert Edward Rosa