8/29/25

lola's got a leather jacket,

she's ready to go, no turning back it.

with a ripped up tee she rocks the night,

headbanging hard under the neon light.

she don't care about what they say,

loud guitars are her gateway.

spinning in circles, lost in the sound,

feet on the floor and ready to pound.

she's a rebel with a cause,

likes breaking all the laws.

banging her head until the morning breaks,

living her own music, making no mistakes.

guitar riffs, the drum beats crash.

in her world it makes a flash.

yeah, lola's always in the zone,

'cause with the rhythm she's never alone.