Her name was Lola
she drank coca cola—
and when the carbonation hit her tongue
she was up for lots of fun—
and when she took her second sip
she felt the buzz from hip to hip.
You see, the cola was not alone,
it was the chaser to her shots of Patrone.
Now Lola lifted her eyes to the rest of the bar
thinking, time for another, the commute home is not far.
Tossing her hair and feeling flushed, Lola motioned for round two
Thirty-five, single and nothing in the world better to do.
Drinking after work, it’s become her unconditional love
for Lola this passion has and always will, fit like a glove.
This is for Lola and her cola—she deserves so much more
but day after day, Lola lives and breaths for the pour.
