Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Instrumental Break] [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 Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to"