Oh, Well (Fleetwood Mac) 歌词

Can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I aint pretty and my legs are thin But 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 said "sit by me and I'll be your guiding hand" But don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to Oh, well