Her name was Lola. She was a showgirl.
This has been stuck in my head for two days. It came out of nowhere. These same two lines just repeating over and over and over. I couldn't figure out what they were or where I'd ever heard them. Finally it came to me... Barry Manilow.
It's been such a delightful two days at the Copacabana, I just wanted to share it with the rest of the blogging world. I hope you catch yourself singing about Lola the showgirl for the next couple of days. You're welcome.
With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there.
She would merengue and do the cha-cha.
And while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended bar.
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