When they ask about youjimmy dorseywhen i go for a walk and meet old friends we knew,we sit around and talk,then they ask about you,what's the good if i say that you and i are thru,i tell them you're okay when they ask about you.they wonder where we've been and why we never call,i take it on the chinuntil the teardrops fall,they don't mean to be smartbut if they only knew,they're stepping on my heartwhen they ask about you