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