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Girl at the bus stop, talking French to her 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... From Letras Mania