I can't help about the shape I'm inI 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 no, oh come on Oh wellStop Now when I talk to God, I think he'll understand He says 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 That you want me to I said oh well, well, well, well Oh, ooh yeah
I can't help about the shape I'm inI 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 no, oh come on Oh wellStop Now when I talk to God, I think he'll understand He says 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 That you want me to I said oh well, well, well, well Oh, ooh yeah
