I was tired of my lady
We'd been together too long
Like a one hour recording
Of a favorite song
So while she lay there sleeping
I read the paper in bed
And in the personal columns
There was this letter I read
If you like Pina Coldas
And getting 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 the 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 kinda mean
Well, me and my old lady
Had fallen into that 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
Yes, I like Pina Coldas
And getting caught in the rain
I'm not much into health food
I am into champagne
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon
And cut through all this red tape
At a bar called O'Maley's
Where we'll plan our escape
So I waited with high hopes
And she walked in the place
I knew her smile in an instant
I knew the curve of her face
It was my own lovely lady
And she said, "Aw, it's you"
And we laughed for a moment
And I said, "I never knew"
‽That you liked Pina Coldas
And getting caught in the rain
And the feel of the ocean
And the taste of champagneâ€
‽If you like making love at midnight
In the dunes of the Cape
You're the lady I've looked for
Come with me and escapeâ€
If you like Pina Coldas
And getting 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 the Cape
Then I'm the love that you've looked for
Come with me and escape