Lola R. For Ever (from "Monsieur Gainsbourg Revisited" compilation)

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

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

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

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