Текст песни «Oh well, part 1»

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’ll be your guiding hand But don’t ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to” Oh, well