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I cant help about the shape Im in I cant sing, I aint pretty and my legs are thin But dont 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 hed understand He said, stick by my side and Ill be your guiding hand But dont ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to Oh well
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