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 Oh no... Come on STOP Now, when I talk to God I think he'll understand He said 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 That you want me to I said oh well Well, well, well Oh oh yeah