Lyrics
Girl at the bus stop, talking French,
To a girlfriend on the bench,
I had my head in a book,
I lost my place when I took a look.
Girl at the bus stop, I wished for once,
That the bus would never come,
She sat downstairs, I sat behind
I couldn't get her off my mind.
Girl at the bus stop, I could not believe,
When she got off, same stop as me,
I'd not forgive myself if I,
Let this chance, just pass . . .
By, I thought I would die, my, my butterflies.
Girl at the bus stop, I asked if she,
Would maybe like to, come out with me,
I noticed it had, begun to snow,
Her smile was sweet, when she said . . .
No, No, Oh no, No, Oh Oh.
Girl at the bus stop, I've thought of you,
I wondered if you, wondered too,
And if perhaps you're hearing this,
I think that it would, be so nice if . . .
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