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I 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 Now when I talk to God I think he'll understand 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 Aus Songtexte Mania