| Oh Well |
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| 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 me and I’m your guiding hand. |
| Don’t ask me what I think of you |
| I might not give the answer that you want me to. |
| Oh well! |
| I can’t help about the shape I’m in Now when I talked to God I knew he’d understand |
