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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 mornin', I would see her waiting at the stop |
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Sometimes she'd shopped 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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Beginnin' 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 mornin', I would see her waiting at the stop |
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Sometimes she'd shopped 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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Please share my umbrella |
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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 |