You can tell the world you never was my girl You can burn 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 onto the phone You can tell my to hit the floor Or you tell my lilps 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 don't think it'd understand And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man Ooo
You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas Or you can tell your dog to 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 already knows that I'm okay Oh can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind It might be walking out on me today
But don't tell my heart, my 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 Ooo
But don't tell my my achy breaky 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 Ooo
Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart might blow up and kill this man Ooo
Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man Ooo