Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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" Well [Chorus] Oh, well, oh, well Well, well, well, well