Oh Well

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 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...