Oh Well Lyrics - Tourniquet

(Originally by Fleetwood Mac) 

Can't help about the shape I'm in 

I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin 

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 talk to God I know He understands 

He says "Stick by me, I'll be your guiding hand" 

Don't ask me what I think of you 

I might not give the answer that you want me to 

Oh well...