Lyrics Oh Well - John Parr

Oh Well

Don’t ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer you want me to
Don’t worry about the shape I’m in
I can’t sing, I ain’t pretty and my legs are thin
Hey
Now, when I talk to God I know he understands
He said, «Listen to me, John, I’ll be your guiding hand»
Don’t worry about the shape I’m in
I can’t sing…