Lyrics: Big Country. Undercover. Oh Well.

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 well
When I talked to God I knew he'd understand
He said sit by me I'll be your guiding hand

So don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh Well