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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
Now, when I talked to God, I knew He'd understand
He said, "Stick 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
Want me to
Oh, well
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
Want me to
Oh, well, well
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