[ Bus Stop ] |
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Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say |
Please share my umbrella |
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows |
Under my umbrella |
All that summer we enjoyed it |
Wind and rain and shine |
That umbrella, we employed it |
By August, she was mine * |
Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop |
Sometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she bought |
All the people stared as if we were both quite insane |
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same |
That's the way the whole thing started |
Silly but it's true |
Thinkin' of a sweet romance |
Beginning in a queue |
Came the sun the ice was melting |
No more sheltering now |
Nice to think that that umbrella |
Led me to a vow |
Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop |
Sometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she bought |
Other people stared as if we were both quite insane |
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same |
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