Lyrics
P. Green 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 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
Oh well
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 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
Oh well