Tourniquet - Oh Well lyrics

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 answer that you want me to Oh well... Now when I talk to God I know He understands He says "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... [Words and Music by Peter Green]