Rockets - Oh Well lyrics

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