Bus stop

Bus stop, wet day, she's there icing
Wishing my umbrella
Bus stop, bus goes, we stay love grows
Under my umbrella
Allthat summer we enjoyed it
Wind, and rain, and shine
That umbrella we employed it
By august she was mine
Every morning t would see her wayting at the stop
Sometimes she'd shop and she would show me
What she bought
Other people staied as if we where
Both quite insane
Some day my name and her's are going to be the same...
That's the way the whole thing started
Silly but it's true
Thinking of a sweet romance
Begining in a hune
Came the sun the ice was melting
No more sheltering now
Nice to think that, that umbrella
Lead me to a blond