Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin Now when I talk to God I think he'll understand Stick by me and I'll be your guiding

But don't ask me what I think of you I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin I might not give the answer that you want me to Now, when I talked to God, I knew He'd understand He said, "Stick by my side and