Livin' la Vida Loca — Ricky Martin | караоке з текстом пісні

Wouh ! Gotta la vida loca. Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta la vida loca. Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta la vida loca. All right. All right. All right. She's into superstitions. Black cats and voodoo dolls. I feel a premonition. That girl's gonna make me fall. She's into new sensations. New kicks in candlelight. 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 her crazy life. She'll take away your pain like a bullet through your brain. Upside, inside out. She'll push and pull you down. Her lips are devil red. She will wear you out. She took my heart and she took my mind. And it must have been sleeping pills. She never drinks the water, makes you order French champagne. Once you've got a taste, I swear you'll never be the same. She'll make you go insane. Upside, inside out. She'll push and pull you down. Her lips are devil red. She will wear you out. All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing 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. She'll push and pull you down. Her lips are devil red. She will wear you out. Upside, inside out. She'll push and pull you down. Her lips are devil red. She will wear you out. Her lips are devil red. She will wear you out.