Rupert Holmes

I was tired of my lady, we’d been together too long 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 piña coladas and getting caught in the rain If…

Over by the window There’s a pack of cigarettes Not my brand, you understand Sometimes the girl forgets She forgets to hide them I know who left those smokes behind She’ll say, “oh he’s just a friend.” And i’ll say, “oh, i’m not blind to.” Him, him, him What’s she gonna do about him She’s…