Lola R. For Ever
How do you dare talk of love?
If you've never known Lola Rastaquouere
She thought she was a he, he thought he was a she
But neither of them knew, really
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Crossing her legs round a fireman's pole
A shabby cat house for the happy few
Stripper on a string, foot in the queue
You hand two weck's wages for the ultimate view
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Her cyclop's eye in the middle of your head
An Oedipus complex dug deep in the sea
And when all's been done, and nothing's been said
You leave the joint, and roll to sleep
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
You run your fingers through her hair
Between you and me, her lips don't give a damn
She'll go down on you, still breathing air
The sun starts to rise, so do you, if you can
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Ra-Rasta
Ra-Rasta
Ra-Rasta
Rasta (if you can)
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
If you've never known Lola Rastaquouere
She thought she was a he, he thought he was a she
But neither of them knew, really
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Crossing her legs round a fireman's pole
A shabby cat house for the happy few
Stripper on a string, foot in the queue
You hand two weck's wages for the ultimate view
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Her cyclop's eye in the middle of your head
An Oedipus complex dug deep in the sea
And when all's been done, and nothing's been said
You leave the joint, and roll to sleep
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
You run your fingers through her hair
Between you and me, her lips don't give a damn
She'll go down on you, still breathing air
The sun starts to rise, so do you, if you can
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Ra-Rasta
Ra-Rasta
Ra-Rasta
Rasta (if you can)
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Lola Rastaquouere, Rasta
Credits
Writer(s): Boris Bergman, Serge Gainsbourg, Paul Jean Stuart Ives
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