terça-feira, março 8
You can tell the world
you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes 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
to go back on 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 it'd understand
And if you tell my heart
my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Oooh
You can tell your ma'
I moved to Arkansa'
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
Oh tell your Aunt Louise
tell anything you please
Myself I'm ready
No I'm not okay
Or you can tell my eye
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 it'd understand
And if you tell my heart
my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Oooh
Don't tell my heart
my achy breaky heart
I just don't think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart
my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Oooh
Don't tell my heart
my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Oooh
Oh!
