Lyrics

I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't 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 talked to God I knew he'd understand 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 This next one Is just as much your member as it is ours It's one of our sad case, sad case of our drummer Mac Fleetwood Having to go two years ladies and gentlemen Two years without a little bit of you know which Two years, he went without it and during that time He did indulge in a bit of self-styled psychedelic hand shaking I'm sure all the men would appreciate that it does always seem to come down to a time When you've got to do the rattlesnake shake
Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Unknown Composer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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