True Story

Now listen to me people

I want to tell you something

Every single day

I go on my way

And I won't worry about my baby

I worry about my girl

Cos she's a pretty one

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Found me another one

Love for her is gone

And I don't worry about my baby

I worry about my girl

Tell me true, oh yeah

If she had to do the things she done

She might have used more tact!

I can't be responsible

For all the love she lacked

This is a true story

That's pretty, too

Well, I'm telling you

'Cause every single day

When I go on my way

I don't worry about my baby

I worry about my girl, yeah

...

Well, I tell you baby

Yeah, yeah