Can't Help About the Shape I'm In
I Can't Sing, I Aint 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 Talk to God
I Know He Understands
He Said "Sit 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