Lyrics:

Can't Help About The Shape I'm In
i Can't Sing, I Aint 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 Talk To God
i Know He Understands
he Said 'sit 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