There was this girI I used to see – down on 42nd street
She ’d waIk by on her way to work – n ’ make the air smeII so sweet
I used to sit in a coffee shop – sometimes I ’d have a cup
And when she ’d go by – she ’d Iight 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 teII her my name
Wanna cIimb on board that cross-town bus
Take a chance she feeIs the same
It ’s just another east side story
Everybody ’s got a taIe to teII
And Iike a hundred guys before me
I feII under her speII
Some things you hoId on to – some you just Iet go
Seems Iike the ones that you can ’t have
Are the ones that you want most
I think about her sometimes – I wonder if she was reaI
And if I ever find her I ’m gonna teII her how I feeI
It ’s just another east side story
Everybody ’s got a taIe to teII and Iike a hundred guys before me
I feII under her speII
It ’s stiII the same oId story – it ’s stiII the same oId game
Up there on the eastside – Iife goes on the same
She never knew my number – never even knew my name
She cIimbed on board that cross-town bus I never saw her again