Oh Well

P. Green 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 When

I talked to

God, I knew he'd understand

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