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
Oh well
Now, when I talked to God I knew he'd understand,
He said, Stick by my side 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