Can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin 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 talk to God I know He understands He says Stick by me, I'll be your guiding hand Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to Oh well...
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