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Can't help about the shape I'm inI can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thinDon't ask me what I think of youI might not give the answer that you want me toOh wellWhen I talked to God I knew he'd understandHe said sit by me I'll be your guiding handSo don't ask me what I think of youI might not give the answer that you want me toOh Well Aus Songtexte Mania