Bus stop, dry day, he's there, I say
Please share my fruit smoothie
Bus stop, bus goes, he stays, love grows
Sipping my fruit smoothie
All that spring-time we prepared them
Wind and rain and shine
Healthy smoothies, we enjoyed them
By April, he was mine.
Every morning I would see him waiting at the stop
Sometimes he beamed when I showed him what I’d made
Other people stared as if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and his are going to be the same.
That's the way the whole thing started
Silly but it's true
Thinkin' of a sweet romance
Beginning in a queue
Came the sun the ice was melting
No more smoothies now
Nice to think that that breakfast drinks
Led us to a vow.
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