Текст песни — Eastside Story — Bryan Adams

There was this girl I used to see — down on 42nd street

She&#39-d walk by on her way to work — n&#39- make the air smell so sweet

I used to sit in a coffee shop — sometimes I&#39-d have a cup

And when she&#39-d go by — she&#39-d light up the sky

Like the sun coming up

She be standin&#39- by the bus stop — driver opened up the door

I&#39-d just sit n&#39- 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&#39-s just another east side story

Everybody&#39-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&#39-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&#39-m gonna tell her how I feel

It&#39-s just another east side story

Everybody&#39-s got a tale to tell and like a hundred guys before me

I fell under her spell

It&#39-s still the same old story — it&#39-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 againСлова песни — Eastside Story — Bryan Adams