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 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