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letra de achy breaky heart - veggietales

[intro]
here we go
i’m feelin’ a little chest pain

[verse 1]
you can tell the world you never was my girl
you can burn my pictures 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 to go back to the farm
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

[chorus]
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 k!ll this man, ooh

[interlude]
oh my goodness, this is a big one
is there a doctor in the house?
dr. jean-pierre at your service
stethoscope (stethoscope)
tongue depressor (say ah)
you’re fine, just a little heartburn (really?)
oh, that’s a relief
[verse 2]
you can tell your ma i moved to arkansas
you can tell your dog to bite my leg
or tell your brother cliff whose fist can tell my lip
he never really liked me anyway (you got some aspirin?)
or tell your aunt louise, tell anything you please
myself already knows i’m not okay (right, is that english?)
or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
it might be walking out on me today (that’s a mouthful)

[chorus]
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 k!ll this man, ooh

[interlude]
are you sure it’s just heartburn, doc?
i haven’t eaten anything spicy
hmm, nothing spicy, dr. philippe? what do you think
i think it is a huge case of itsy-bitsy brain (i agree)
are you guys really doctors?

[chorus]
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 k!ll this man, ooh
don’t tell my heart, my achy-breaky heart (oh, it’s larry, hi larry)
i just don’t think he’d understand (h-llo, oh, yeah)
and if you tell my heart, my achy-breaky heart (please don’t)
he might blow up and k!ll this man (oh, that’s right)
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 k!ll this man, ooh
[outro]
alright doc, i just need a glass of milk and a nap
oh, i need a bagel

- veggietales

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