East Side Story

There was this girl I used to see

Down on 42nd street

She'd walk by on her way to work

And 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 standing by the bus stop

Driver opened up the door

I'd just sit and 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

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 east side 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

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