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.

Writer : LINDE, DENNIS
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing