imagination running wild

just like all the other times as we entered

across the white dance floor then to the bar

i thought i saw him smile in your direction

or was my imagination running wild?

with ten minutes he had asked you for a dance love

oh

too soon you said you'd like it fine

i thought you danced too close to be strangers

or was my imagination out of line?

as the night grew old the wine had made you careless

it seemed to me that he was just your style

i said let's go home before there's some heartache

and you said your imagination's running wild. my mind was filled with cruel and painful vision

afraid i might be wrong

i tried to smile

then you left with him and all my fears were happ'ning

and my poor imagination's running wild. yes

my poor imagination's running wild.