You can tell the world you nev er was my girl.

You can burn my clothes to when I’m my (E)gone.

Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I’ve been and laugh and joke a bout me on the (A)phone.

Or You can tell my arms go back y to the farm.

My You can tell my feet to hit the (E)floor.

Or you can tell my lips to tell my fin ger tips they won’t be reach ing out for you no (A)more.

But Don’t tell my heart, my ach y break y heart.

I just don’t think he’d un der (E)stand.

And if you tell my heart, my ach y break y heart, he might blow up and kill this (A)man.

Ooh.

You can tell your ma I moved to Ar kan sas.

You can tell your dog to bite I’m my (E)leg.

Or tell your broth er Cliff whose fist can tell my lip.

He nev er real ly liked me an y (A)way.

Or tell your Aunt Lou ise.

Tell an y thing you please.

My self al read y knows I’m not o (E)kay.

Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind.

It might be walk ing out on me to (A)day.

But don’t tell my heart, my ach y break y heart.

I just don’t think he’d un der (E)stand.

And if you tell my heart, my ach y break y heart, he might blow up and kill this (A)man.

Ooh.

(A)man.

Don’t tell my heart, my ach y break y heart.

I just don’t think he’d un der (E)stand.

And if you tell my heart, my ach y break y heart, he might blow up and kill this (A)man.

Ooh.