East Side Story

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