Burt Bacharach
Walk On By
If you see me walking down the street
I'll start to cry each time we meet

Walk on by
Walk on by

Make believe that you see the tears
Just let me breathe in private
As each time I see you
I break down and cry

Walk on by, don't stop
Walk on by, don't stop
Walk on by, by, by, by
By, by, by, by
By, by, by, by
By, by, by, by