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Hey
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer you want me to
Don't worry about the shape I'm in
I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
Hey
Now, when I talk to God I know he understands
He said, "Listen to me, John, I'll be your guiding hand"
Don't worry about the shape I'm in
I can't sing...
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer you want me to
Don't worry about the shape I'm in
I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
Hey
Now, when I talk to God I know he understands
He said, "Listen to me, John, I'll be your guiding hand"
Don't worry about the shape I'm in
I can't sing...
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
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