Achy breaky heart
Billy Ray Cyrus Nr.: 3
You can tell the world you never was my girlYou can burn my clothes up when I'm gone Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been And laugh and joke about me on the phone You can tell my arms go back to 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 for 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 Ooh You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas Or you can tell your dog to bite my leg Or tell your brother Cliff who's fist can tell my lips 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 out on me one-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 Ooh