Lola
I met her in a club down in North Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Cherry Cola
C-O-L-A Cola.
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance.
I asked her name and in a dark brown voice she said, "Lola"
L-O-L-A, Lola, Lola
Well, I'm not the world's most physical guy,
But when she squeesed me tight, she nearly broke my spine
Oh, my Lola, Lola
Well, I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walks like a woman and talks like a man
Oh, my Lola, Lola, Lola
Well, we drank champagne and danced all night,
Under electric candle light,
She picked me up and sat me on her knee,
She said, "Little boy, won't you come home with me?"
Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy,
But when I looked in her eyes,
I almost fell for my Lola,
Lola, Lola
I pushed her away, I walked to the door.
I fell to the floor, I got down on my knees.
I looked at her, and she at me.
Wel,l that's the way that I want it to stay.
I always want it to be that way for my Lola.
Lola.
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls.
It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world,
Except for Lola, Lola, Lola.
Well, I left home just a week before,
And I never, ever kissed a woman before,
Lola smiled and took me by the hand,
She said, "Little boy, gonna make you a man."
Well, I'm not the world's most masculine man,
But I know what I am and that I'm a man,
So is Lola.
Lola, Lola.
