The Personal Ads

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