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

She'll never walk away (I don't think you understand) In the night she hears him calling In the night she's dancing to relieve the pain In the night when she comes crawling Dollar bills and tears keep falling down her face But I don't mind, I don't mind