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