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