Oh Well lyrics

I can't help about the shape I'm in

I can't sing, I aint 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

Know when I talk to God

I know he understands

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