Loca

Crazy, crazy, crazy
You went crazy and shot right in front of me
That you fell in love a few years back without telling me a thing
Then the thrill
Confirms the feeling
Crazy, crazy, crazy
You went crazy and shot right in front of me
That you fell in love a few years back without telling me a thing
Then the thrill
Confirms the feeling, oh, and
What bad luck in love
No good luck in the game
And if in the end what we have to live
What we have to dream, we gotta live it
I thank you again
I thank you again

I’m dying to know what happened with you
In all these years we didn’t see each other
I’m dying to know what happened in your bed
I need that dirty look in my bed
The one that says: Why?
The one that asks: Why?, how?
When?, I don’t know? and where?, oh, and
What bad luck in love
No good luck in the game
And if in the end what we have to live
What we have to dream, we gotta live it
I thank you again
I thank you again
What bad luck in love
No good luck in the game
And if in the end what we have to live
What we have to dream, we gotta live it
I thank you again
I thank you again