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Originally Posted by Frazod
Oh absolutely. I'm immune at the moment because I'm listening to a rock playlist, but God forbid I get some vile shit like Achy Breaky Heart stuck in my head when I'm somewhere I can't immediately listen to something else. That may be the worst song ever written in the history of music.
And **** anybody who posts a link to it. I won't click on it. Also, I'll be hoping you die. Badly.  |
Well I don't want you to hope for my death. So I'll just post the lyrics:
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 laugh and joke about me on the phone
You can tell my arms 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
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, ooh
