Partners in Crime

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 sleeping, I read the paper in bed And in the personals column, there was this letter I read "If you like Pina Coladas, and gettin

I did this to myself The summer air burning in my lungs One more glance till I come undone Let's stop this rising sun Bright lights can see They always shine right through me Leaving me an open book Of halfways and could-have-beens Taking us to the e