There was this girl I used to see – down on 42nd street
Shed walk by on her way to work – n make the air smell so sweet
I used to sit in a coffee shop – sometimes Id have a cup
And when shed go by – shed light up the sky
Like the sun coming up
She be standin by the bus stop – driver opened up the door
Id just sit n watch her – getting on the 104
She never knew my number – never even knew my name
She climbed on board that cross-town bus I never saw her again
Its just another east side story
Everybodys 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 cant 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 Im gonna tell her how I feel
Its just another east side story
Everybodys got a tale to tell
And like a hundred guys before me
I fell under her spell
Its still the same old story – its 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
Its just another east side story
Everybodys got a tale to tell
And like a hundred guys before me
I fell under her spell
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