(Whitfield/Strong). 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 she doesn't even know... me.