Bus stopthe holliesbus stop, wet day, she's there, i sayplease share my umbrellabus stop, bus goes, she stays, love growsunder my umbrellaall that summer we enjoyed itwind and rain and shinethat umbrella, we employed itby august, she was mineevery morning i would see her waiting at the stopsometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she boughtother people stared as if we were both quite insanesomeday my name and hers are going to be the samethat's the way the whole thing startedsilly but it's truethinkin' of a sweet romancebeginning in a queuecame the sun the ice was meltingno more sheltering nownice to think that that umbrellaled me to a vowevery morning i would see her waiting at the stopsometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she boughtother people stared as if we were both quite insanesomeday my name and hers are going to be the samebus stop, wet day, she's there, i sayplease share my umbrellabus stop, bus goes, she stays, love growsunder my umbrellaall that summer we enjoyed itwind and rain and shinethat umbrella, we employed itby august, she was mine