Lyrics

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 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 my side 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, oh well Well, well, well, well