Lyrics - Oh Well by Fleetwood Mac

Written by peter green.
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