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, her spell

Yeah, 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 

It's just another east side story 
Everybody's got a tale to tell 
Like a hundred guys before me 
I fell under her spell, her spell
Her spell, yeah

It's just another east side story 
It's just another east side story 
It's just another east side story