I hope you didn't fall in love.
Her name was Lola. She was a showgirl.
Her name was Lola.
I wonder if Ha'Kiv...sorry I mean Ninjacore will return to post in this thread.
Who was it, how old were both of you, that sort of question.
Molested at 12 years by my father's buddy. I did not enjoy it at all.
Mine wasn’t stolen; more like it fell off the back of a truck.I didn't lose it. It was stolen. Stolen!
That’s the other Lola.Yes, but when she squeezed you tight, did she nearly break your spine?Her name was Lola.![]()
It’s Lorre with an “e,” actually.On a morning from a Bogart movie, in a country where they turn back time. I was strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorri contemplating a crime.
Oh, did she ever!I didn't bother asking for an explanation, she just told me that she came . . .
She said she liked making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape. I asked, “Which cape?”She asked if I like Pina Coladas. I replied that I like getting caught in the rain. She took me to make love in the sand dunes. I brought a bottle of champagne...
It used to taste just like Coca-Cola. Then the club heard from their lawyers.I actually knew the other Lola. I met her in a club down in old soho where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola.
It’s Lorre with an “e,” actually.
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday. We were parked out by the lake and there was not another car in sight. I never knew a girl looking any better than she did, and all the kids at school, they were wishing they were me that night.
Our bodies were oh so close and tight, it never felt so good, it never felt so right. You might say we were glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife. So yeah, it was cold and lonely in the deep dark night, but I could see paradise by the dashboard light.
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