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, go back onto the phone You can tell my feet to hit the floor Or you can tell my lips to tell my f
ingertips 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 You can tell your Ma I moved to Arkansas 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