Bus Stop wet day she's there I say: Please share my umbrella. Bus comes bus goes she stays love grows Under my umbrella. AII that summer we enjoyed it Wind and rain and shine. That umbrella we employed it By August she was mine. E'very morning I would see her Waiting at the stop. Sometimes she'd shop And she would show me what she'd bought. Other people stared As if we were both quite insane. Some day my name And hers are going to be the same. That's the way the whole thing started. Silly but it's true Thinking of a sweet romance Beginning in that queue. Came the sun the lice was melting No more shelt'ring now. Nice to think that that umbrella Led me to a vow. Bus Stop wet day she's there I say: Please share my umbrella. . . .
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