I was tired of my lady. Hemos estado MUCHO TIEMPO juntos. Like a worn-out recording of a favorite song. So while she lay there sleeping, I read the paper in bed, and in the personal columns, there was this letter I read: Si te gustan las PIÑA COLADAS. Y MOJARTE BAJO LA LLUVIA. Si no eres para el yoga, If you have half the brain. SI TE GUSTA HACER EL AMOR A LA MEDIANOCHE, en las dunas de un cabo. ENTONCES SOY EL AMOR QUE HAS ESTADO BUSCANDO, ESCRÍBEME Y ESCAPEMOS No pensé en mi dama, I know that sounds kind of mean. But me and my old lady have fallen into the same old dull routine. Así que escribí al periódico. Took out a personal ad, and though Im nobodys poet, I thought it wasnt half-bad. Yes I like Piña Coladas, and GETTING CAUGHT IN THE RAIN. Im not much into health food. I AM INTO CHAMPAGNE. IVE GOT TO MEET YOU BY TOMORROW NOON. And cut through all this red-tape, at a bar called OMalleys. DONDE PLANEAREMOS NUESTRO ESCAPE So I waited with high hopes. And she walked in the place. I knew her smile in an instant, reconocía el contorno de su cara, era mi propia amada dama. Y ella dijo: Oh, eres tu Then we laughed for a moment. Y dije: NUNCA SUPE: That you like Piña Coladas, and the feel of the ocean. And the taste of champagne. SI TE GUSTA HACER EL AMOR A LA MEDIANOCHE in the dunes of the cape. TU ERES LA DAMA QUE HE ESTADO ESPERANDO, VEN CONMIGO Y ESCAPEMOS youtu.be/6d7g9VD7Vq0
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 07:18:44 +0000
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