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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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