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 tear my arms,
go back into the farm
Or you can tear my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tear my lips to
tear my fingertips
They won't be reaching
out for you no more
But don't tear my heart,
my achy, breaky heart
I just don't think you'd understand
And if you tear my heart,
my achy, breaky heart
He might blow up and kill his man
You can tell your mom
I moved to Arkansas
Or you can tell your dog to bite my leg
Oh, tell your brother Cliff,
his fist can tear my lip,
he never really liked me anyway
Oh, tell your Aunt Louise,
tell anything you please,
myself already knows I'm not okay
Oh, you can tear my eye,
to watch out for my mind,
it might be walking out on me today
But don't tear my heart,
my achy, breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tear my heart,
my achy, breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this
man
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.
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.
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.