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