(WhitfieldStrong)I look out my window watch her as she passes byI say to myself I'm such a lucky guyTo have a girl like her is a dream come trueAnd of all the girls in New York she loves me trueIt was just my imagination, once againRunnin g away with meIt was just my imaginationRunning away with meSoon we'll be married and raise a familyTwo boys for you, what about two girls for meI tell you I am just a fellow with a one track mindWhatever it is I want baby I seek and I shall find I'll tell yaIt was just my imagination, once againRunning away with meIt was just my imaginationRunning away with meEver y night I hope and pray