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 that you want me to.
Oh well!
Now when I talked to God I knew he`d understand
He said: Stick by me and I`m 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!
I can`t help about the shape I`m in
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Now when I talked to God I knew he`d understand
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