You can tell the world you never was girl's girl

You can roast my tracks up when I'm gone

Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been

And laugh and joke about me in a song

You can tell my tracks go back to the lab

You can tell my hits to hit the floor

Or you can tell my clicks, 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 she'd understand

And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

She might blow up and kill this gal

Ooh

You can tell your ma I reached too far

Or you can tell your fans that I'm a fake

Or tell my brother G who's worried about me

He shouldn't even like me anyway

Or tell your co-creators, tell anything you please

Myself already knows I'm not okay

Or you can tell my eyes 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 she'd understand

And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

She might blow up and kill this gal

Ooh

But don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

I just don't think she'd understand

And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

She might blow up and kill this gal

Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

I just don't think she'd understand

And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

She might blow up and kill this gal

Ooh