Letra de Oh Well, Part 1 - Fleetwood Mac

I can�t help it �bout the shape I�m in,
I can�t sing, I ain�t pretty and my leggs 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,

Well I talked to god, I knew he�d understand,
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he said son, sit by me and I�ll be your guidin� hand.
But don�t ask me what I think of you,
I might not give the answer that you want me to.

Oh well...