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Can't help about the shape I'm in

Can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin

Don't ask me what I think of you

Might not give the answer that you want me to

Now when I talk to God I knew he'd understands

He said stick by me and I'll be your guidin' hand

Don't ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to

Can't help about the shape I'm in

Can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin

Don't ask me what I think of you

Might not give the answer that you want me to