Can`t help about the shape I`m in
I can`t sing, I aint 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 talk to God
I know he understands
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
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