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Her name was Lolashe was a showgirlwith yellow feathers in her hairand a dress cut down to thereshe would marengueand do the cha-chaand while she tried to be a star
Tony always tended baracross the crowded floorthey worked from eight to fourthey were young and they had each otherwho could ask for more ?
At the copa-copacabanathe hottest spot north of Havanaat the copa-copacabanamusic and passion were always the fashionat the copa they fellin' love.
His name was Ricohe wore a diamondhe was escorted to his chairhe saw Lola dancin' thereand when she finishedhe called her overbut Rico went a bit too far
Tony sailed across the barand then the punches flewand chairs were smashed in twothere was blood and a single gunshotbut just who shot who ?
At the copa-copacabanathe hottest spot north of Havanaat the copa-copacabanamusic and passion were always the fashionat the copashe lost her love.
Her name is Lolashe was a showgirlbut that was thirty years agowhen they used to have a shownow it's a discobut not for Lolastill in the dress she used to wearfaded feathers in her hairshe sits there so refinedand drinks herself half blindshe lost her youth and her Tonynow she's lost her mind.
At the copa-copacabanathe hottest spot north of Havanaat the copa-copacabanamusic and passion were always the fashionat the copa don't fall in love.Y{.O
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