(aaron tippin/michael p. heeney).
Girl, i've got scars and i've seen stars
From men nearly twice my size
Yeah, life's sticks and stones have broke a few bones
But i've always survived
So when i take a look at all i've took
It don't seem right to me
How a little bitty woman with just a few words
Come bring me to my knees
Sticks and stones wouldn't hurt a bit
Compared to the cold, cruel words that just leave your lips
I'd rather you pick up a rock, a stick full of thorns
Rear back and let 'em fly
'cause those sticks wouldn't cut, stones hurt as much
As the sound of your goodbye.
Yeah, i know i'm the reason you're leavin'
I'm to blame sure enough
It's like you say there ain't a woman made
That can live without true love
So if it's too late to set things straight
And there's no forgivin' me
Then don't say nothin, ' just pick you up somethin'
That'll end this misery.
Sticks and stones wouldn't hurt a bit
Compared to the cold, cruel words that just leave your lips
I'd rather you pick up a rock, a stick full of thorns
Rear back and let 'em fly
'cause those sticks wouldn't cut, stones hurt as much
As the sound of your goodbye