[Verse 1]
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

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[Verse 2]
Now, when I talked to God, I knew he'd understand
He said, "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"