| Bus stop, wet day, he’s there, I say
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| Please share my umbrella
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| Bus stop, bus goes, he stays, love grows
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| Under my umbrella
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| All that summer we enjoyed it
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| Wind and rain and shine
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| That umbrella, we employed it
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| By August, he was mine
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| Every morning I would see him waiting at the stop
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| Sometimes he’d shopped and he would show me what he bought
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| All the people stared as if we were both quite insane
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| Someday my name and his are going to be the same
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| That’s the way the whole thing started
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| Silly but it’s true
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| Thinkin' of a sweet romance
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| Beginning in a queue
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| Came the sun the ice was melting
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| No more sheltering now
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| Nice to think that that umbrella
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| Led me to a vow
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| Every morning I would see him waiting at the stop
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| Sometimes he’d shopped and he would show me what he bought
|
| All the people stared as if we were both quite insane
|
| Someday my name and his 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
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| Came the sun the ice was melting
|
| No more sheltering now
|
| Nice to think that that umbrella
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| Led me to a vow
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| Bus stop…
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| Bus stop…
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| Baby I’ll be waiting in for you
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| I’ll be not the same without you
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| Bus stop…
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| Bus stop…
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| Baby I’ll be waiting in for you
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| I’ll be quite the same without you |