Oh Well

I cant help about the shape Im in

I cant sing,I aint pretty and

My legs are thin

But don't ask me what I

Think of you

I might not give you answer

That you want me to

Now I talk to God

I knew he understand

He said stick by me

Ill be your guiding hand

But don't ask me what I

Think of you

I might not give you answer

That you want me to