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
Now when I talk to God
I think he`ll understand
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
