Walk on By
Burt Bacharach, Hal David
If you see me walking down the streets
And I start to cry
Each time we meet
Walk on by
Ah walk on by
Make believe
I can see the tears
Now let me grieve in private
Cause each time I see you
I just want to cry
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
I just can't get over loosing you
And so if I seem so broken in pieces
Walk on by
Aah walk on by
With foolish pride
If I can't see the tears
Let me hide
From the tears and the sadness
When you said goodbye
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Just go for a stroll in the trees
Walk on by
Ah walk on by
And make believe
That I can't see the tears
Now let me grieve in private
Cause each time I see you
I break down and cry
Walk on by
Walk on by