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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
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
i think he'll understand
stick by me and i'll be your guiding hand
don't ask me what i think of you
i might not give the answer that you want me to