Lyrics:

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 Well

now, When I Talked To God I Knew He'd Understand
he Said, Stick By Me, 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

oh Well

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 Well