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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 Oh well When I talked to God I knew he'd understand He said sit by me I'll be your guiding hand So don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to Oh Well