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