I was tired of my lady, we'd been too long. a worn-out recording, of a favorite song. So she lay there sleeping, I read the paper in bed. And in the personals column, there was this letter I
"If you like Pina Coladas, and caught in the rain. If you're not into yoga, if you have a brain. If you like love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape. I'm the love that looked for, write to me, and escape."
I didn't think my lady, I know that sounds 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 like Coladas, and getting caught in the rain. I'm not into health food, I am into champagne. I've got to meet you by noon, and cut through all this red tape. At a bar called O'Malley's, where plan our escape."
So I waited with hopes, then she walked in the place. I knew her smile in an instant, I the curve of her face. It was my own lovely lady, and she said, "Oh, you." And we laughed for a moment, and I said, "I knew"..
"That you Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain. And the feel of the ocean, and the of champagne. If you like making love at midnight, in the of the cape. You're the love that I've for, come with me, and escape."
"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 love at midnight, in the of the cape. I'm the love you've looked for, come with me, and escape."