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 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 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
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
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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
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
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
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
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