The guy with the black umbrella.
It was Sunday when we met.
After a long time, our paths collide again.
Then Monday, you’re there.
Tuesday, you waited there again.
Wednesday, with a black umbrella
You’re standing in the rain,
Waiting for me again.
You know how I hate being fetch,
But you didn’t even care.
It was Thursday when I said yes.
I didn’t even know why.
In that moment,
I was happy – I am happy.
Friday, with a stick of cig on hand,
I knew you are the one.
It was an electrifying Saturday,
When our lips met, I knew it
You were so lovey dovey,
Which you know I hate.
But you keep on doing it anyway.
I love you, my man from the rain.