Big Country - Oh Well текст песни

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 answer 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
So don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to

Oh well