Lyrics:

I Can't Help About The Shape I'm In
i Can't Sing
i Ain't Pretty And 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 No...
come On

stop
now, When I Talk To God
i Think He'll Understand
he Said Stick By Me And I'll Be Your Guiding Hand
don't Ask Me What I Think Of You
i Might Not Give The Answer That You Want Me To
that You Want Me To
i Said Oh Well
well, Well, Well
oh Oh Yeah