Lola's Love

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