| You know I love my lady,
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| We’d been together so long,
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| But like a warn out recording,
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| Of my favorite song.
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| So while she lay there sleeping,
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| I read the paper in bed,
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| And in the personal columns,
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| There was this letter I read.
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| If you like Pina Colada’s,
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| And getting caught in the rain,
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| If your not into yoga,
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| If you have half a brain,
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| If you like making love at midnight,
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| In the dunes of the cape,
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| Then I’m the love that you’ve looked for,
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| Write to me and escape.
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| I didn’t think about my lady,
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| I know it sounds kinda mean,
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| But me and my old lady,
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| Had fallen into the same old dull routine,
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| So I wrote to the paper,
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| Took out a personal ad,
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| And though I’m nobody’s poet,
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| I thought it wasn’t half bad.
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| Yes I like Pina Colada’s,
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| And getting caught in the rain,
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| I’m not much into health food,
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| But I am into champagne,
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| I’ve got to meet you by tomorrow,
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| Cut through all this red tape,
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| At a bar called O’Malley’s,
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| We’ll plan our escape.
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| So I waited it with high hopes,
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| Then she walked in the place,
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| I knew her smile in an instant,
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| I knew the curve of her face,
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| It was my own lovely lady,
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| And she said «Oh its you»,
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| Then we laughed for a moment,
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| And I said «I never knew».
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| I never knew you like Pina Coladas,
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| Or getting caught in the rain,
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| And the feel of the ocean,
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| And the taste of champagne,
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| If you like making love at midnight,
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| In the dunes of the cape,
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| Your the lady that I’ve looked for,
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| Come with me and escape. |