I cant help it bout the shape Im in, I cant sing, I aint pretty and my leggs are thin. But dont ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to.
Oh well,
Well I talked to god, I knew hed understand, he said son, sit by me and Ill be your guidin 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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