Oh Well
I can't help about the shape I'm inI can't sing, I aint pretty and my legs are thinBut don't ask me what I think of youI might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh well
Know when I talk to GodI know he understandsHe said:"Stick by me and I'll be your guiding handBut don't ask me what I think of youI might not give the answer that you want me to"
Oh well