east side story

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 (it's just another east side story) 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, her spell (it's just another east side story) na na na... her spell (like a hundred guys before me) na na na... 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, her spell it's just another east side story