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!