oh well

can't help about the shape i'm in, can't sing, i ain't pretty and my legs are thin, don't ask me what i think of you, might not give the answer that you want me to, now, when i talked to god i knew he'd understand, he said, "stick by my side 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", oh well, oh well, well, well, well, well