I can’t help but I’m in
I can’t sing I ain’t pretty and my legs are thin
But don’t ask what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
And oh well oh well ah well
Now when I talk to God I knew he’d understand
He said stick by me 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 well well
Oh well yeah