I can't help it 'bout 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 no...
Oh well
Come on
Oh well
STOP
Now, when I talk to God I think he'll understand
He say stick by me and I'll be your guiding hand
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
That you want me to
I said oh well
Well, well, well
Oh oh yeah
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