I can’t help but … i’m in
I can’t sing, i ain’t pretty
And my legs are thin
But don’t ask what i think of you
I might not give the answer
That you want me to
And oh well, oh well, ah well
Now when i talk to god
I knew he’d understand
He said stick by me and
I’ll be your guiding hand
But don’t ask me
What i think of you
I might not give the answer
That you want me to oh well
Well, well, oh well, yeah
I can’t sing, i ain’t pretty
And my legs are thin
But don’t ask what i think of you
I might not give the answer
That you want me to
And oh well, oh well, ah well
Now when i talk to god
I knew he’d understand
He said stick by me and
I’ll be your guiding hand
But don’t ask me
What i think of you
I might not give the answer
That you want me to oh well
Well, well, oh well, yeah
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