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, "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. :)