4.Oh Well
I can't help about the shape i'm in
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 my side and i'll be your guiding hand
But don't ask me what i think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to'
Oh well
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