There was this girl I used to see
Down on 42nd street
She'd walk by on her way to work
And 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 standing by the bus stop
Driver opened up the door
I'd just sit and 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 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
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