Lyrics Oh Well - The Rockets

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 answers that you want me to
Oh well, aw

Now, when I talked to God, I knew He'd understand
He said, "Stick by me, I'll be your guiding hand
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answers that you want me to"
Oh well, aw

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 answers that you want me to
Oh well, aw