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

Now when I talk to God you know he understands

He said stick by me and I'll be your guidin' hand

But don't ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to