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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

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

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