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I was tired of my lady, we'd 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 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't think about my lady, i know that sounds kind of mean.