Lola
Lyrics
I met her in a club down in old Soho Where you drink champagne It tastes just like Coca Cola, C-O-L-A cola She walked up to me and she asked me to dancefull lyrics...
I met her in a club down in old Soho Where you drink champagne It tastes just like Coca Cola, C-O-L-A cola She walked up to me and she asked me to dancefull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
electric rock instrumentationa subtle use of vocal harmony
mild rhythmic syncopation
mixed acoustic and electric instrumentation
major key tonality
electric rhythm guitars
a dynamic male vocalist
acoustic rhythm guitars
subtle use of acoustic piano
romantic lyrics
narrative lyrics
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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She said Lola, L-O-L-A, Lola, L-L-Lola Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola And said, "Dear boy, won't you come home with me?" But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my Lola L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice That's the way that I want it to stay Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola She picked me up and sat me on her knee I met her in a club down in old Soho Well, I'm not dumb but I can't understand Under electric candlelight Publishers: ABKCO MUSIC INC, DAVRAY MUSIC LIMITED Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola It tastes just like Coca Cola, C-O-L-A cola Except for Lola, L-L-Lola Songwriter: Raymond Douglas Davies But Lola smiled and took me by the hand Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola Oh my Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola Well, I'm not the world's most physical guy It's a mixed up muddled up, shook up world Well, we drank champagne and danced all night And I'd never ever kissed a woman before And said, "Dear boy, I'm gonna make you a man" Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola And so is Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola I pushed her away, I walked to the door Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola Where you drink champagne Well, I'm not the world's most masculine man She walked up to me and she asked me to dance Well, I left home just a week before Then I looked at her and she at me But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man Why she walked like a woman but talked like a man Oh my Lola, L-L-Lola Girls will be boys and boys will be girls Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola Well, I'm not the world's most passionate guy But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine I always want it to be that way for my Lola, L-L-Lola Lola, L-L-Lola, L-L-Lola I fell to the floor, I got down on my knees







