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 an' watch her, getting on the one o four 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 on 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 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 It's just another east side story Everybody's got a tale to tell Like a hundred guys before me I fell on 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