the moody blues
true story
Now listen to me people  'Cause I want to 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