Bear
My blogs
| Location | Australia |
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| Introduction | 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. |