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....
ooh oh well
Now when I talk to God
I know he understand
He says 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
ooh oh well