Oh, Well
(Verse)
I cant help, but bout to say bout men
I cant see I aint pretty, my legs are thin
But dont have to be when I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh, well
(Verse)
Now I done talked to God, I knew Hed understand
He said stick by me, Ill be your guiding hand
But dont ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh, well