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

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