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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 left 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 for 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 left 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 left 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 for 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 left 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