Can you tell me what you're thinking?
I just melt inside your eyes
Kiss me like they do in movies
Modern child of the night

I was watching you for hours
Standing there beside the pool
When you wear those pretty dresses
I forget the girl in you

Run away

Lola is on the floor
She's wanting more, she's wanting more

Am I wrong for loving Lola?
Am I wrong for what I think?
She is such a wicked child

Painted lips
Dirty knees

I hear the devil calling

He's waiting for my move
I shall allow the beater

You are my heart and soul

My Lola is on the floor
She's wanting more, she's wanting more