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 champagne”

“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 escape”

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