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
Asked her her name, and in a dark brown voice she said, «Lola»
L-O-L-A, Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola
I’m not the world’s most physical guy
But when she squeezed me tight, she nearly broke my spine
You know my Lola, lo lo lo Lola
Well, I’m not dumb, but I can’t understand
Why she walks like a woman but she talks like a man
You know my Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola
Well, we drank champagne and danced all night
Under electric candlelight
She picked me up, sat me on her knee
Said to me, «Little boy, won’t you come home with me?»
I’m not the world’s most passionate guy
But when I looked in her eyes
I almost fell for my Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola
I pushed her away
I ran for the door
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
I looked at her, and she at me
That’s the way that I want it to stay
And I always want it to be that way for my Lola
Lo lo lo Lola
Girls will be boys will be boys will be girls
It’s a mixed-up, muddled-up, shook-up world
Except my Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola
Well, I left home just a week before
I never, ever kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled, took me by the hand
Said to me, «Boy, I’ll make you a man»
I’m not the world’s most masculine man
But I know what I am, and I’m glad I’m a man
And so is Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola
O-o-oh Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola
Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola
Lo lo lo lo Lola