Like a worn-out recording of a favorite song

So while she lay there sleepin', I read the paper in bed And in the personal columns 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 on 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 But me and my old lady had 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

"Yes, I like Pina Coladas 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'Malleys where we'll plan our escape"

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2289690&forum_id=2Reputation#23452030)