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 my side 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