I 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
Now when i talk to god you know he understands
he said stick by me and i'll be your guidin' hand
but don't ask me what i think of you
i might not give the answer that you want me to

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