Oh Well

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




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