Helpless
You gotta hold her now
Never leave her
Never let her go
You think you lost her number but you抳e only lost a little bit of time
She抯 waiting just to see you boy, a continental girl so fine
Mirrors on the ceiling make it hard for you to sleep at night
The opportunity is now
You know you got to do what抯 right
Bridge:
So, you take yourself down to her
Before it gets too late
There抯 no need to telephone
Cause this can hardly wait
The meaning of a moment
Never leave her
Never let her go
You think you lost her number but you抳e only lost a little bit of time
She抯 waiting just to see you boy, a continental girl so fine
Mirrors on the ceiling make it hard for you to sleep at night
The opportunity is now
You know you got to do what抯 right
Bridge:
So, you take yourself down to her
Before it gets too late
There抯 no need to telephone
Cause this can hardly wait
The meaning of a moment
Gasoline Alley Bred
Bus Stop
wet day
she's there
I say:
Please share my umbrella.
Bus comes
bus goes
she stays
love grows
Under my umbrella.
AII that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine.
That umbrella we employed it
By August she was mine.
E'very morning I would see her
Waiting at the stop.
Sometimes she'd shop
And she would show me what she'd bought.
Other people stared
As if we were both quite insane.
Some day my name
And hers are going to be the same.
That's the way the whole thing started.
Silly
but it's true
Thinking of a sweet romance
Beginning in that queue.
Came the sun
the lice was melting
No more shelt'ring now.
Nice to think that that umbrella
Led me to a vow.
Bus Stop
wet day
she's there
I say:
Please share my umbrella.
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