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Her name ain't Lola, she wasn't a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there
She can't merengue or do the cha-cha
And while she tried to be a star
Tony always tended bar
Across the crowded floor, they worked from eight til four
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more?
With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there
She can't merengue or do the cha-cha
And while she tried to be a star
Tony always tended bar
Across the crowded floor, they worked from eight til four
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more?