Текст песни True Story - The Moody Blues

Now, listen to me, people
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, yeah
Whoa, yeah

Find me another woman
Love for her is gone
And I don't worry about my baby
Worry about my girl
Oh, yeah
Te- te- tell me truth
Oh, yeah

If she had to do the thing she'd done
She might have used more tact
I can't be responsible for all the love she lacked

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 don't worry about my baby
Worry about my girl
Yeah, [?]
Gonna tell you, baby
Yeah, yeah