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 oh come on

Stop

Now when I talk to God I think he'll understand

He says 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 ooh yeah