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 Oh well
When I talked to God I knew he'd understand He said sit by me I'll be your guiding hand So don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to Oh WellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
