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'm your guiding hand. Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to. Oh well! I can't help about the shape I'm in Now when I talked to God I knew he'd understand