By(Whitfield/Strong) Revised


 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 








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