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