I can’t help about the shape I’m in I can’t see, ain’t pretty, 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, well
[Long Instrumental Bridge] Now when I talk to god, I knew he’d understand He said, \'Stick by me; I’ll be your guiding hand.\' But don’t ask me what I think of you I might not do the answer that you want me to…