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'