I 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
Now when I talked to God
I knew He'd understand
He said stick by me and
I'll be your guiding hand
Don't ask me
what I think of you
I might not give the answer
that you want me to
Oh well
Now when I talked to God
I knew He'd understand
He said stick by me and
I'll be your guiding hand
Don't ask me
what I think of you
I might not give the answer
that you want me to
