Vista previa
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