Moody Blues - True Strory - Текст песни

Now listen to me people 
'Cause I wanna tell you something. 
Every single day 
I go on my way 
And 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 done 
She might have used more tact; 
I can't be responsible 
For 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 day 
When I go on my way 
I won't worry about my baby, 
Yeah, she's in another town, [?] 
I'll tell you, baby, 
Whoa, yeah.