East Side Story
(Bryan Adams)
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
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