“Didn’t mean to eavesdrop, its just…Well, when I hear my name I do get very curious,” the woman said.

“And your name is?” Baxter said quite grumpily.

“Lola, just like in the song,” she said, coming around to sit next to Baxter. He turned to see her. From the glow of the city lights on the balcony, she was captivating. She stretched out her legs, letting them hang over the side of the railing, two bright red heels precariously dangling from her feet. She wore a red satin dress, that lay snug against her skin, with the skirt spread out around her, and her hair cascaded in dark tangles over her shoulders, making Baxter think suddenly of Lady Godiva.

Baxter chewed on the end of the smoldered out cigarette, trying to ignore her, but at the same time, trying not to stare, and especially trying to supress the singing in his head.

But then it hit him, he couldn’t hold it in anymore, he looked over at Lola, and the words nearly exploded from his mouth.

“Lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola…”