I cant help about the shape I'm in.
I cant 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.
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.
3 comments:
I feel exactly the same wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
I know EXACTLY how you feel little Bear. You look nice and cuddly. Let's curl up together and have a nap ;)
Janna:
Perhaps you need a restttttttttttttttttt
Gypsy:
If it's okay with you I think I'll hold off taking up your offer until I'm... I don't know... NOT tired ;)
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