text: There was this girl I used to see
  Down on 42nd street
  Shed walk by on her way to work
  And make the air smell so sweet
  I used to sit in a coffee shop
  Sometimes Id have a cup
  And when shed go by shed light up the sky
  Like the sun coming up
  She be standing by the bus stop
  Driver opened up the door
  Id 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
  Its just another east side story
  Everybodys 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 cant 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
  Im gonna tell her how I feel
  Its just another east side story
  Everybodys got a tale to tell
  And like a hundred guys before me
  I fell under her spell
  Its still the same old story
  Its 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
  Its just another east side story
  Everybodys got a tale to tell
  And like a hundred guys before me
  I fell under her spell