I cant help about the shape Im in
I cant sing
I aint pretty and my legs are thin
Dont ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh no...
Come on
STOP
Now, when I talk to God
I think hell understand
He said stick by me and Ill be your guiding hand
Dont ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
That you want me to
I said oh well
Well, well, well
Oh oh yeah
I cant sing
I aint pretty and my legs are thin
Dont ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh no...
Come on
STOP
Now, when I talk to God
I think hell understand
He said stick by me and Ill be your guiding hand
Dont ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
That you want me to
I said oh well
Well, well, well
Oh oh yeah