She lives alone
But every night she goes down,
To the Chinese where
She works very hard there,
Sipping her cocktails.
Expenses paid
She is performing
For a cause,
Her glances faking,
A deep fascination,
She wants information.
She goes upstairs
Clinging on to
Another man,
She lays him down, down
Almond eyes on fire,
Seducing his mind
Behind the smoke and
Screenz-a,
Lola is a
Private eye,
She well disguises
Her lingering actions,
No-one suspecting.
At the Chinese
Killed all those
Who did her wrong,
Her soul is blazing
With blood thirsty craving,
No-one, objecting...

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