Oh, Well
(Verse)
I can’t help, but bout to say bout men
I can’t see I ain’t pretty, my legs are thin
But don’t 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 He’d understand
He said stick by me, 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