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I look out my window watch her as she passes by

I say to myself I'm such a lucky guy

To have a girl like her is a dream come true

And of all the girls in New York she loves me true

It was just my imagination, once again

Running away with me

It was just my imagination

Running away with me

Soon we'll be married and raise a family

Two boys for you, what about two girls for me

I tell you I am just a fellow with a one track mind

Whatever it is I want baby I seek and I shall find

I'll tell ya

It was just my imagination, once again

Running away with me

It was just my imagination

Running away with me

Every night I hope and pray

"Dear lord, hear my plea

Don't ever let another take her love from me

Or I will surely die"

Her love is ecstasy

When her arms enfold me

I hear her tender rhapsody

But in reality,%2