Whatever Lola Wants

Born on a spring cyclone from Kansas' stormy rain, awoken now in low growl, slowly reversing., down a low ramp, like a movie star rehearsing, at new shore in sunshine with an exotic name. Just like a kid in love all over again.. learning her games in many a winding curve, perhaps proof enough I haven't lost my nerve, shyly look back at such a refined rear end. Lola isn't very patient or forgiving, one who oversteers her with attitude, puts her in a dangerous sashaying mood.. to cut short a man's simple days in living. Let me tell ya what's so precious, she purrs, just like a kitten.. tear'g through each firm shift given, in silky thrusting gear meshes. Oh, it's a fact.., she's known other men's hands hit such dizzying heights on their track, though promising never to look back, my careful repair strokes her will demands. Safe from boredom all my loving hands touch, ev'ry square inch of Monaco White body showing, hot turbocharged exhaust pipes ready and glowing, hearts pounding in high revving double clutch. Lola thrives on top tier 91 octane's heady drink, sipping imperial ounces at each injection, she's never known any salad days in rejection, smooth cylinder walls bathed in sweetest crude oil and zinc. Have you guessed at her qualifying past? heart like a wheel.., all alone in a class.. smart dressed in Kevlar reinforced fiberglas Hethel's english dream finally mine at last. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets And little man, little Lola wants you Make up your mind to have No regrets Recline yourself, resign yourself, you're through" * Whatever Lola Wants by Richard Adler and Jerry Ross for the 1955 musical play Damn Yankees