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 have them joke about me on the phone You can tell my arms go back into the phone You can tell my feet to hit the floor Or you can tell my lips 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 he'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 fisting till my lips He never really liked me anyway Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please Myself already knows that I'm okay Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind It might be walking out on me today 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 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