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