I think I’m in love
Maybe just infatuated
With a girl named Lola Foxxx

And even without
Three X’s in her name
She’d blow me right outta my shoes
And my socks

Cz that girl’s got style and that girl’s got moves
So I thought I could talk to her
Cz I got nothing to lose
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
I got nothing to lose
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
I got nothing to lose
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
I got nothing to lose
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
I got nothing to lose
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
I got nothing to lose
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

I was working backstage at the Manns
She was laying on the couch with her shirt on her head
I sat down and said “Lola Foxxx,
You gotta listen
I thought of a song title
And I need your opinion”

Let’s undress and listen to CSS
I saw it out by now
And it’s pretty good, I guess
Let’s undress and listen to CSS
You should come to the club later
In the hours of stress
We could tell everyone there to undress

Listen to CSS
Let’s undress and listen to CSS
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Lola Foxxx was tired
From her ongoing tour
She needed some time to rest
So that she could endure
So I went by myself to meet up with some friends

And this song is for Lola Foxxx
Until we meet again
Until we meet again
Until we meet again
Until we meet again
Until we meet again

Let’s undress and listen to CSS
I saw it out by now
And it’s pretty good, I guess
Let’s undress and listen to CSS
You should come to the club later
In the hours of stress
We could tell everyone there to undress

Listen to CSS
Let’s undress and listen to CSS
Let’s undress and listen to CSS