QotD: Don't Ask Me

[liveonearth]

Can't help it 'bout the shape I'm in,
Can't sing, ain't pretty, and my legs are thin.
But don't ask me what I think of you,
Might not give the answers that you want me to.

Now when I talk to God I knew he'd understand,
He said, "stick to me I'll be your guiding hand,
But don't ask me what I think of you,
Might not give the answers that you want me to.

"Oh Well" -Peter Green, Fleetwood Mac

*not that I agree with this song, but it's food for thought