oh well

Joe Jackson

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

Now, when I talked to God I knew he?d understand
He said, "stick by my side 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