Oh Well (Live)

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 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