I met her in club down in old Soho
Where you drink shampagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola
C-o-l-a cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her name and in a dark brown voice
She said Lola
I light a candle
In the garden of love
To blind the angels
Looking down from above
I want,I need
The fruit of your vine
It tastes so bitter sweet
'Cause I know it's not mine
Iwant to go inside
Hit the