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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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…