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 gla** 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