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 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"

 

Oh well