Oh, Well

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

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