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Текст песни Fleetwood Mac - Oh Well
I can?t help it ?bout the shape I?m in,
I can?t sing, I ain?t pretty and my leggs 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,
Well I talked to god, I knew he?d understand,
he said son, sit by me and I?ll be your guidin? hand.
But don?t ask me what I think of you,
I might not give the answer that you want me to.
Oh well...