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