I know, I know, I know, I know
She's the one I want
I know she's the one I want
I run, I run, I run, I run
To her empty well
I run to her empty well
Cause my real locomotion
Is the angel eyes
My real locomotion
Is them angel eyes
I got a good imagination
Pretty girls, they make me want to die
I run, I run, I run, I run
To her empty well
I run to her empty well
If I were a statue
Made of glass
I would crack at her caress
But still I swear I
Dare to draw her closer
To myself
Cause my real locomotion
Is them angel eyes
I got a good imagination
Pretty girls, they make me want to die