I was tired of my lady,
We've been together too long.
Like a worn-out recording,
Of a favorite song.
So while she lay there sleeping,
I read the paper in bed.
And in the personals column,
There was this letter I read:
If you like Pina Coladas,
And getting caught in the rain.
If you're not into yoga,
If you have a half-a-brain.
If you like making love at midnight,
In the dunes of the cape.
I'm the lady you've looked for,
Write to me, and escape.
I didn'tl think about my lady,
I know that sounds kind of mean.
But me and my old lady,
Have fallen into the same old dull routine.
So I wrote to the paper,
Took out a personal ad.
And though I'm nobody's poet,
I thought it wasn't half-bad.
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