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

Don't ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to

Now when I talk to God

I think he'll understand

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