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