When You're Looking Like That
Westlife · Unbreakable - The Greatest Hits Vol. 1 [2002]
and bambi eyes,
Everybody who's staring wouldn't
believe that this girl was mine
I should have known I was wrong
When I left her for a life in pity but
they say you never miss
the water until it's gone (yeah)
Guess I failed to love you
And you're taking it out tonight
Am I supposed to leave you now
When you're looking like that
I can't believe what I just gave away
Now I can't take it back
I don't wanna get lost
I don't wanna live my life without you
How am I supposed to leave you now
When you're looking like that
She's all dressed up for glamour and
rock and roll
Wanna squeeze her real tight
Get out of this place
If only I could take control
But she's out of my reach forever
And just a week ago she lied
next to me
It's so ironic how I had to lose
Just to see
That I failed to love you
And you're taking it out tonight
(Chorus)
I don't wanna forget you
I don't even wanna try
How am I supposed to walk on by
When you're looking like that
How am I supposed to leave you(when you're looking like that)
I can't believe what I just gave away(oh no, no)
'Cause I can't take it back, I'm lost
I don't wanna live my life without you(live my life without you)
How am I supposed to leave you now
When you're looking like that
When You're Looking Like That
Released in 2002 as part of Westlife's greatest hits collection, 'When You're Looking Like That' stands as a defining track from the group's early pop-rock era. The song showcases the band's signature blend of melodic hooks and emotional vocal harmonies, characteristic of their work during the mid-2000s. It was recorded during a period when Westlife was solidifying their status as one of the most successful acts in the English-language pop scene, featuring a production style that balanced acoustic warmth with polished radio-ready arrangements. The track remains a staple of their discography, often performed live to resonate with fans who remember the group's rise to prominence in the early 2000s.

