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1. Bus stop, wet day, she s there, I say, please share my umbrella.
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.
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2. That s the way the whole thing started, silly but it s true,
thinking 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.
+ CHORUS + repeat verse 1
