Bryan Adams - 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


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