Lyrics:

Written by: P. Green 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 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 Oh well