I can't help it 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 you answers that you want me to.

Oh well...

Now when I talk 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 you answers that you want me to.

Oh well...

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