| There was this girl I used to see — down on 42nd street
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| She’d walk by on her way to work — n' make the air smell so sweet
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| I used to sit in a coffee shop — sometimes I’d have a cup
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| And when she’d go by — she’d light up the sky
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| Like the sun coming up She be standin' by the bus stop — driver opened up the door
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| I’d just sit n' watch her — getting on the 104
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| I wanna give her my number — I wanna tell her my name
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| Wanna climb on board that cross-town bus
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| Take a chance she feels the same
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| It’s just another east side story
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| Everybody’s got a tale to tell
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| And like a hundred guys before me I fell under her spell
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| Some things you hold on to — some you just let go Seems like the ones that you can’t have
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| Are the ones that you want most
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| I think about her sometimes — I wonder if she was real
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| And if I ever find her I’m gonna tell her how I feel
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| It’s just another east side story
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| Everybody’s got a tale to tell and like a hundred guys before me I fell under her spell
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| It’s still the same old story — it’s still the same old game
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| Up there on the eastside — life goes on the same
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| She never knew my number — never even knew my name
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| She climbed on board that cross-town bus I never saw her again |