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...
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...