歌詞

I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin But don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to Oh well And when I talk to God I know he'll understand He says, "Stick by me, 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
Writer(s): Joe Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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