| Look at her move inside that skin tight dress
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| Don’t it make your heart want to break right through your chest?
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| And if she should softly speak your name
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| You can feel yourself bein' drawn into the flame
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| Like drowning in honey
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| Being beaten with a velvet glove
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| Shot with a golden bullet
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| Still you can’t get enough of Lola’s love
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| No you can’t get enough of Lola
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| Drivin' that hot pink rag top Lincoln car
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| Hair flyin' back just like a movie star
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| She pulls off the road and the door flys open wide
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| She says 'hey boy looks like you need a ride'
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| Like drowning in honey
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| Being beaten with a velvet glove
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| Shot with a golden bullet
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| Still you can’t get enough of Lola’s love
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| No you can’t get enough of Lola
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| Late one night you’ll be on the lawn starin' up at Lola’s room
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| While the red hot blues flow out of her radio
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| You’re gonna wind up in her bed sure as there’s a moon above
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| And son that feelin' ain’t never gonna let you go
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| Like drowning in honey
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| Being beaten with a velvet glove
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| Shot with a golden bullet
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| Still you can’t get enough of Lola’s love |
| No you can’t get enough of Lola
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| Can’t get enough of Lola
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| Can’t get enough of Lola
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| Can’t get enough of Lola
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| Can’t get enough of Lola |