By(Whitfield/Strong) Revised
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I look out my window watch him as he passes by I say to myself I'm such a lucky guy To have a boy like him is a dream come true And of all the boys in new york, he 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 Dont ever let another take his love from me Or I will surely die
His love is ecstasy When his arms enfold me I hear his tender rhapsody But in reality, he doesnt even know... me |
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