Achy Breaky Heart
You can tell the world, you never was my girl
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- You can tell the world, you never was my girl
- You can burn my clothes when I'm gone
- Oh, you can tell your friends, just what a fool I've been
- And laugh and joke about me when I'm go
- You can tell my arms, go back onto the farm
- You can tell my feet to hit the floor
- Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips
- They won't be reaching out to you no more.
- But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
- I just don't think he'd understand
- And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
- He might blow up and kill this man.
- Oh
- You can tell your mom, I moved to Arkansas
- You can tell your dog to bite my leg
- Or tell your brother Cliff, whose fist can tell my lip
- He never really liked me anyway
- Or tell your aunt Louise, tell anything you please
- Myself already knows I'm not okay
- Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind,
- It might be walking on me the day.
- But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
- I just don't think he'd understand
- And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
- He might blow up and kill this man.
- Oh
- Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
- I just don't think he'd understand
- And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
- He might blow up and kill this man.
- Woo don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
- I just don't think he'd understand
- And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
- He might blow up and kill this man.
- Woo…
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