I Can't Help About 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
Now When I Talk To God
I Think He'll Understand
Stick By Me And 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