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, "Sit 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

Now when I talked to God I knew he´d understand
He said, "Sit 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