“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
Writer(s): ADAMS BRYAN, PETERS GRETCHEN, BRACEGIRDLE NICHOLAS, HEDGES RAYMOND GEORGE
