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 - Gettin' 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
Like a hundred guys before me
I fell under her spell
(It's just another East Side story.)

Some things you hold on to - n' some you just let go
It seems like the ones that you can't have are the ones you want the 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
Like a hundred guys before me
I fell under her spell
Yeah, her spell