Текст песни Oh Well

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 talk to God I know he'll understand He says: 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