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