Letra de True Story - The Moody Blues

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.

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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.