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 knew he'll understand
He says 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 oh well oh well