[Verse 1]
I 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

[Verse 2]
Now, 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"
Well

[Chorus]
Oh, well, oh, well
Well, well, well, well