歌词
Can't eat in the shape I'm in,
Can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
Don't ask what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want there to
Oh well,
Oh well,
Oh well
Now when i talk to God I hope he'll understand
He says stick by me, i'll be your guiding hand
Don't ask what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want there to
Oh well,
Oh well,
Oh well