Elita Gary Barlow, Michael Bublé & Sebastián Yatra

[Verse 1: Gary Barlow & Michael Bublé]
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

[Pre-Chorus: Sebastian Yatra]
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

[Chorus: Michael Buble]
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 señorita, oh Elita