Moody Blues - True Story Lyrics
Now listen to me people'Cause I wanna tell you something.Every single dayI go on my wayAnd I won't worry about my baby,Worry about my girl,'Cause she's a pretty one.Yeah, yeah,Whoa, yeah.Find me another woman,My love for her is gone,And I don't worry about my baby,Worry about my girl,Oh yeah.Just have to tell me true,Oh yeah.If she had to do the thing she doneShe might have used more tact;I can't be responsibleFor all the love she lacked.Yeah, yeah.This is a true story, people.That's a pretty tune.I'm a'telling you'Cause every single dayWhen I go on my wayI won't worry about my baby,Yeah, she's in another town, [?]I'll tell you, baby,Whoa, yeah.