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   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 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      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