Versão Musical
Pensando Nela-81 (vrs. Rossini Pinto)
Cadastrou essa música.
Letra
Pensando Nela
Tarde fria chuva fina e ela a me esperar
Condução pra ir embora mas sem me encontrar
Um problema de aparente e fácil solução
Eu lhe ofereci ajuda e dei meu coração
Toda vez que chove eu me lembro da garota
Quase sonho que me deu tanta emoção
E ao lembrar eu sinto novamente o seu perfume
Envolvente que me aperta o coração
Eu a encontrei e logo me apaixonei
A semana inteira nela muito eu pensei
Foi amor eu sei não nego eu não sou assim
Vivo só pensando nela que nem ligou pra mim
Música Original
Bus Stop
Versões de "Bus Stop"
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Letra
Bus stop, wet day
She's there, I say
Please share my umbrella
Bus stop, bus goes
She stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
That umbrella, we employed it
By August, she was mine
Every morning I would see her
Waiting at the stop
Sometimes she'd shopped
And she would show me what she bought
Other people stared
As if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers
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 sheltering now
Nice to think that that umbrella
Led me to a vow
Every morning I would see her
Waiting at the stop
Sometimes she'd shopped
And she would show me what she bought
Other people stared
As if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers
Are going to be the same
Bus stop, wet day
She's there, I say
Please share my umbrella
Bus stop, bus goes
She stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
That umbrella, we employed it
By August, she was mine
