music and lyrics by Peter Green
I can't help it 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
Now when I talked 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
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