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
Oh well
Oh well

Now when I talk to God I hope he'll 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 answer that you want me to

Oh well
Oh well
Oh well