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 THE COFFESHOP - SOMETIMES I´D HAVE A CUP

AND WHEN SHE´D GO BY SHE´D LIGHT UP THE SKY
LIKE THE SUN COMIN´ UP
SHE WAS STANDIN´ BY THE BUSTOP - DRIVER OPENED UP THE DOOR
I WATCHED MY CINDERELLA GETTIN´ ON THE 104
I WANNA GIVE HER MY NUMBER - I WANNA TELL HER MY NAME
I WANNA CLIMB ON BOARD THAT CROSSTOWN BUS
AKE 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
NOW SOME THINGS YOU HOLD ONTO AND SOME YOU JUST LET GO
SEEMS LIKE THE ONES THAT YOU CAN´T HAVE
ARE THE ONES YOU WANT THE MOST
DREAMED ABOUT HER NEARLY EVERY NIGHT

THOUGHT THERE WAS A CHANCE FOR US
THOUGHT I´D FOUND MY EAST SIDE ANGEL WAITING FOR A CROSSTOWN BUS
IT´S STILL THE SAME OLD STORY - IT´S TILL THE SAME OLD GAME
UP THERE ON THE EAST SIDE LIFE GOES ON THE SAME
SHE NEVER KNEW MY NUMBER - NEVER ENEN KNEW MY NAME
SHE CLIMBED ON BOARD THAT CROSSTOWN BUS AND I NEV