I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long
Like a worn-out recording, of a favourite song
So while she lay there sleepin', I read the paper in bed
And in the personal columns, there was this letter I read:
If you like Pina Coladas, and gettin' caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of a cape
Then I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me and escape
I didn't think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean
But me and my old lady,...
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