Letra de 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 And oh well Oh well Eh, well Now when I talk to God I know he understands He said "stick by me 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 Oh well Oh well Yeah! Oh well!