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She lives alone
Lola,
But every night she goes down,
To the Chinese where
She works very hard there,
Sipping her cocktails.
Expenses paid
Lola
She is performing
For a cause,
Her glances faking,
A deep fascination,
She wants information.
She goes upstairs
Lola
Clinging on to
Another man,
She lays him down, down
Almond eyes on fire,
Seducing his mind
Behind the smoke and
Screenz-a,
Lola is a
Private eye,
She well disguises
Her lingering actions,
No-one suspecting.
At the Chinese
Lola
Killed all those
Who did her wrong,
Her soul is blazing
With blood thirsty craving,
No-one, objecting...
