OK, just for that, you are GOING to click on
http://webjay.org/iteminfo/1858273/8744fc987a55561ce7c5a212133522d2
Either you will enjoy it very much, or it will drive you insane for the
rest of your days. (Let us know which it is.)
Julia
who found it oddly soothing, actually
Robert Seeberger wrote:
You can tell the world, you never was my girl,
You can burn my clothes when I am gone.
You can tell your friends, just what a fool I've been,
And laugh and joke about me on the phone.
And you can tell my arms, go back into the farm,
You can tell my feet to hit the floor.
You can tell my lips, or tell my fingertips,
They won't be reaching out for you no more.
Don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart,
I just don't think he'd understand.
'Cause 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 Clift, his fist can tear my lip,
He never really liked me anyway.
Tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please,
A simple written note is not OK.
You can tell my eyes, but watch out for my mind,
It might be walkin' out on me today.
So don't tell my heart, my achy breaky heart,
I just don't think he'd understand.
'Cause if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart,
He might blow up and kill this man.
xponent
Condenscension Al Carbon<G> Maru
rob
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