I can't help it by 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
Oh well
Now when I talk to god I know he understands
He says stick by me, 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
Oh well
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
Oh well
Now when I talk to god I know he understands
He says stick by me, 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
Oh well