East Side Story

There was a girl i used to see, down on 42nd street. She walked by on her way to work makimg the air smell so sweet. I used to sit in a coffee shop, sometimes i'ld have a cup. When she'ld go by she'ld light up the sky like the sun coming up. I be standing by the bus stop, driver open up the door. I'ld just sit and 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. Its just another east side story. Everybody's got a tale to tell. Like the 100 guys before me i fell on her spell. Its just another east side story Something you hold onto, some you just let go. But it seems like the one that you can't have are the one you want the most. I think about her sometime, wondering if she was real. And if i ever find her, i am gonna tell her how i feel. Its just another east side story. Everybody's got a tale to tell. Like the 100 guys before me, i fell on her spell. Her spell... Still the same old story 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, and i never saw her again. Its just another east side story. Everybody's got a tale to tell. Like the 100 guys before me, i fell on her spell. Her spell. Its just another east side story Its just another east side story