I 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
When I talked to God I knew He'd understand
He said stick by me 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
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
When I talked to God I knew He'd understand
He said stick by me 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