Girl At The Bus Stop

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…