WALK ON BY

Walk On By

See you walkin’ up and down the street

Looking sweeter than a Georgia peach

I love ya baby,

Whats your name

I wanna buy you a diamond ring

“You must be crazy or just plain dumb

I ain’t the kind of girl to mess with a drunk”

Come on baby gimme a chance

You know how I’m caught in a trance

When you walk on by

Walk on by

See you rich boys lookin’ at me

You think its funny that I wear torn jeans

You think its funny that I got long hair

Tell ya man I just don’t care no way

You’re not the first one to cross my path

Some fancy pants who’s so high class

Tell ya something so you understand

Money don’t make you a man

Ya better walk on by

Walk on by

Preacher Preacher

What can I say

Got so much trouble coming my way

Feels like death is smiling in my face

Feels like I’m running in place

Preacher Preacher

What can I do

Got a feeling I was born to lose

Don’t know if you can hear my prayers

Don’t think that ya can

Cause ya walk on by

Walk on by