| Bus stop, wet day, she’s there, I say
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| Please share my umbrella
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| Bus stop, bus goes, she 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, she was mine
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| Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
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| Sometimes she’d shop and she would show me what she bought
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| Other people stared as if we were both quite insane
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| Someday my name and hers 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 her waiting at the stop
|
| Sometimes she’d shop 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
|
| 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
|
| By August, she was mine
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| By August, she was mine
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| By August, she was mine
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| By August, she was mine |