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On a rainy morning up in Canada
I am in Toronto thinking of Montreal dreaming
Liquid beading perfect rhythm rhyme performing beating
With my very own drenched umbrella
Danced to the dewy do drops sprinkling, while still longing for last night
Singing like a star

Suddenly it all stopping!

Here, I was going along my way through clouds parting,
going in my own direction
I was as a silhouette sketched out in scattered showers

Along in my laudy daudy travels the sun did shine again
Then, I had seen my fantasy man
Spotted him for the preferably perfect praise pose
He was quite dressed in risqué raw material
Holding a drenched umbrella with crystal clear waters dripping from it, he was
My fantasy man was also wearing a pair of sunglasses
There, I found myself sparkling within the reflection of them

It was a' Sunday, and I had on a cherry ice cream sundae smile
Wanting to tease you with talk in ‘French Canadian
Nouveau Richie Monseigneur beau spécial personnalité
Moi Maîtresse

Yet I am always such a shy woman
I should or would not get into such silky sultry conversation in Franglais forum

Meanwhile Church is for sinners
I found myself in a certain sanctuary somewhere
I i's, eyes waiting for his streaming English beck and call
While there, the gray colored the day into an amber evening lighting
I had then went to the front of the chapel for a revival

This is where I found you standing alone
You were propped up with all the devils charming,
on the front porch pouting, sulking
You were sad, searching looking for a lost umbrella
Above all, you were about to leave an angel crying

Before your departing I had asked; “What are you without an umbrella?"
You then answered my question to me, by saying with your expression
Whether or not, within any weather,
‘Without you, it was always raining…..’