Rupert Holmes piosenki

I was tired of my lady We'd been togehter 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 personal columns There was this letter I read: "If you like Piña Coladas And getting ca...

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, wha...