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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