The Personal Ads — текст песни (Brodie)

I`m calling in sick this morning.
I got the stomach flu without a warning.
That`s not the truth, but that`s what I`ll say.
Because I committed to finding you today.

You wrote Your name and number
On the palm of my hand,
But my palms got sweaty and the ink, it ran.
Don`t know if your name is Jen, Joan or Jan.
I hope you read the personal ads.

This last week I`ve tried so hard to think,
But that night I had about five too many drinks.
So, in the paper I`ll place an ad
To tell you how I feel and how much fun I had.

You wrote your name and number
On the palm of my hand,
But my palms got sweaty and the ink, it ran.
It smudged off on a beer can.
I hope you read the personal ads.

I met you last week at the 11th street bar.
Now it`s you that I seek,
I don`t know where(who) you are.
I had the time of my life
In the back seat of my car.
Oh Yeah.
I hope you read the personal ads.

If I could just see you again,
My life would feel complete.
At least for one more night next week.