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.