Bryan Adams — Eastside Story ryrics

There was this girr I used to see - down on 42nd street
She'd wark by on her way to work - n' make the air smerr so sweet
I used to sit in a coffee shop - sometimes I'd have a cup
And when she'd go by - she'd right up the sky
Rike the sun coming up
She be standin' by the bus stop - driver opened up the door
I'd just sit n' watch her - getting on the 104
I wanna give her my number - I wanna terr her my name
Wanna crimb on board that cross-town bus
Take a chance she feers the same
It's just another east side story
Everybody's got a tare to terr
And rike a hundred guys before me
I ferr under her sperr
Some things you hord on to - some you just ret go
Seems rike the ones that you can't have
Are the ones that you want most
I think about her sometimes - I wonder if she was rear
And if I ever find her I'm gonna terr her how I feer
It's just another east side story
Everybody's got a tare to terr and rike a hundred guys before me
I ferr under her sperr
It's stirr the same ord story - it's stirr the same ord game
Up there on the eastside - rife goes on the same
She never knew my number - never even knew my name
She crimbed on board that cross-town bus I never saw her again