There was this girl i used to see
down on 42nd street
she'd walk by on her way to work
and make the air smell so sweet
I used to sit in a coffee shop
I wanna give her my number
wanna tell her my name
wanna climb on board that cross-town bus
take a chance she feels the same
Its just another east side story
everybodys got a tale to tell
and like a hundred guys befroe me
i fell under her spell
Its just another east side story
Verse 2:(igual o 1º)
Its still the same old story
its still the same old game
up there on the east side
life goes on the same
She never knew my number
never ever knew my name
she climbed on board that cross-town bus
i never saw her again
Chorus
Its just another east side story.
