Oh Well

Can't help about the shape I'm in Can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin Don't ask me what I think of you Might not give the answer that you want me to Now when I talk to God I knew he'd understands He said stick by me and I'll be your guidin' hand Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to Can't help about the shape I'm in Can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin Don't ask me what I think of you Might not give the answer that you want me to

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 08, 2025