(Originally by Fleetwood Mac)
Can`t help about the shape I`m in
I can`t sing, I ain`t pretty and my legs are thin
Don`t ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh well...
Now when I talk to God I know He understands
He says "Stick by me, I`ll be your guiding hand"
Don`t ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh well...
