sl. sl.sl. sl. sl.
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
Every night I hope and pray
"Dear Lord, hear my plea
Or I will surely die"
Her love is ecstasy
When her arms unfold me