I can't help 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 the answer that you want me to.

Oh well!



Now when I talked to God I knew he'd understand



He said: Stick by me and I'm your guiding hand.

Don't ask me what I think of you



I might not give the answer that you want me to.

Oh well!



I can't help about the shape I'm in

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Now when I talked to God I knew he'd understand

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