I can't help about the shape 
I'm inI 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 no, oh come on
Oh wellStop
Now when I talk to 
God, I think he'll understand
He says stick by me and 
I'll be your guiding hand
Don't ask me what 
I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
That you want me to
I said oh well, well, well, well
Oh, ooh yeah