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Lyric
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I was tired of my lady
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We'd been together too long
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Like a worn out recording
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Of a favourite song
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So while she lay there sleepin'
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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 piña coladas
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And gettin' caught in the rain
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If you're not into yoga
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If you have half a brain
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If you like makin' love at midnight
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In the dunes on 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 that 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 piña coladas
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And gettin' caught in the rain
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I'm not much into health food
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I am into champagne
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I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon
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And cut through all this red tape
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At a bar called O'Malley's
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Where we'll plan our escape
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So I waited with high hopes
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And 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, it's 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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"That you like piña coladas
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And gettin' 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 on the cape
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You're the lady I've looked for
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Come with me and escape
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If you like piña coladas
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And gettin' caught in the rain
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If you're not into yoga
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If you have half a brain
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If you like makin' love at midnight
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In the dunes on the cape
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I'm the love that you've looked for
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Write to me and escape
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Yes, I like piña coladas
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And gettin' caught in the rain
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I'm not much into health food
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I am into champagne
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I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon
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And cut through all this red tape
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At a bar called O'Malley's
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