Oh Well Lyrics

I 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

Now, when I talked to God I knew he′d understand
He said, "Stick by my side 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