Lola - RIPÉ

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