Oh Well

	I can't help about the shape
	I'm inI can't sing,
	I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin
	Don't ask me what
	I think of you
	I might not give the answer that you want me to
	Oh no, oh come on
	Oh wellStop
	Now when I talk to
	God, I think he'll understand
	He says stick by me and
	I'll be your guiding hand
	Don't ask me what
	I think of you
	I might not give the answer that you want me to
	That you want me to
	I said oh well, well, well, well
	Oh, ooh yeah