Слова:
Fleetwood Mac Live At The Bbc 1967 1970

: 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

: Baby, please stop messin' round You're messin' round all the time Baby, please stop messin' round You're messin' round all the time Now, if you don

: You've got to move, you can't stay here no more You've got to move, you can't stay here no more, oh yes You're my baby, I love you so, but, still you

mare, why can't we be just like before We used to ride so hard Until we just couldn't ride no more break: Look at me grey mare, don't I feed you everyday Look at

You've got to move, you can't stay here no more You've got to move, you can't stay here no more, oh yes You're my baby, I love you so, but, still you

Need someone's hand to lead me through the night I need someone's arms to hold and squeeze me tight Now, when the night begins, whoa, I'm at an end Because

grey mare, why can't we be just like before We used to ride so hard Until we just couldn't ride no more break: Look at me grey mare, don't I feed you everyday Look at

Baby, please stop messin' round You're messin' round all the time Baby, please stop messin' round You're messin' round all the time Now, if you don't