Can't help about the shape I'm in
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
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
