LYRICS GAME

She's called Lola and has a story, though more than a story

It's a poem

She spent her whole life chasing nights of glory

Like a restless soul

Behind her cloak

of a cold lady

She kept hidden

tremendous weapons

for the battles

of face-to-face

that with an edge

she fought so well

It went real bad

from hand to hand

from mouth to mouth, from bed to bed

like a doll

that wears out

She gets old and hauls her grief

Listen to me, my Lola

my tender Lola

Your sad life is your sad story

But what a way

to walk

Look how proud

in her gaze

Listen to me, my Lola

my tender Lola

Your sad life is your sad story

But what a way

to walk

Look how proud

in her gaze

Listen to me, my Lola

my tender Lola

Your sad life is your sad story

She was a calm woman until the moment

she rushed to give herself

to her lovers

It's time for weeping, it's time for doubt

for nostalgia and for her madness

You have the comfort

of knowing you're filled

with pure affection and honest love

Because nobody knew

how to steal from your kisses

that which today you have to spare

and that nobody longs for

Listen to me, my Lola

my tender Lola

Your sad life is your sad story

But what a way to walk

Look at the pride in her gaze

Listen to me, my Lola

my tender Lola

Your sad life is your sad story

But what a way to walk

Look at the pride in her gaze

Listen to me, my Lola

my tender Lola

Your sad life is your sad story

It's the time of the wrinkle that doesn't forgive

It's the time of the fruit

and the paint