Beware Those Who Ask For Feedback

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.

Now when I talked to God I knew he'd understand. 

He said, 'Stick 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.

(Fleetwood Mac, from 'Then Play On.')