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 piña coladas And gettin' 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'Malley's Where we'll plan our escape So I waited with high hopes And she walked in the place I knew her smile in an instant I knew the curve of her face