Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows All that summer we enjoyed it That umbrella, we employed it
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
That's the way the whole thing started Thinkin' of a sweet romance Came the sun the ice was melting Nice to think that that umbrella
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