There was this girl I used to see - down on 42nd street

She''d walk by on her way to work - n'' make the air smell so sweet

I used to sit in a coffee shop - sometimes I''d have a cup

And when she''d go by - she''d light up the sky

Like the sun coming up

She be standin'' by the bus stop - driver opened up the door

I''d just sit n'' watch her - getting on the 104

I wanna give her my number - I wanna tell her my name

Wanna climb on board that cross-town bus

Take a chance she feels the same

It''s just another east side story

Everybody''s got a tale to tell

And like a hundred guys before me

I fell under her spell

Some things you hold on to - some you just let go

Seems like the ones that you can''t have

Are the ones that you want most

I think about her sometimes - I wonder if she was real

And if I ever find her I''m gonna tell her how I feel

It''s just another east side story

Everybody''s got a tale to tell and like a hundred guys before me

I fell under her spell

It''s still the same old story - it''s still the same old game

Up there on the eastside - life goes on the same

She never knew my number - never even knew my name

She climbed on board that cross-town bus I never saw her again