Lyric Escape

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.