I was of my lady, we'd been together too long. Like a worn-out recording, of a song. So while she lay there sleeping, I read the in bed. And in the personals column, there was this letter I
"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting in the rain. If you're not yoga, if you have half a brain. If you like making at midnight, in the dunes of the cape. I'm the love you've looked for, write to me, and escape."
I didn't think about my lady, I know that kind of mean. But me and my old lady, had fallen the same old dull routine. So I to the paper, took out a personal ad. And though I'm nobody's poet, I it wasn't half bad.
"Yes, I Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain. I'm not much into food, I am into champagne. I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon, and cut through all red tape. At a bar O'Malley's, where we'll plan our escape."
So I waited with hopes, then she walked in the place. I knew her in an instant, I knew the curve of her face. It was my own lovely lady, and she said, "Oh, you." And we for a moment, and I said, "I never knew"..
"That you liked Coladas, and getting caught in the rain. And the of the ocean, and the taste of champagne. If you like making love at midnight, in the of the cape. You're the love that looked for, come with me, and escape."
"If you Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain. If you're not into yoga, if you half a brain. If you like making love at midnight, in the of the cape. I'm the love that you've looked for, with me, and escape."