Tribe Of Gypsies Oh Well Lyrics

I can't help it by 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

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