Sticks and Stones

You and I Go together Like the mollar And the drill. Flesh is weak But darling, we know That the ego's Weaker still. I've been hung, Drawn and quartered, Slowly slaughtered Like a goat By the tongue Of a woman Who just couldn't Let it go. Sticks and stones may break my body But words can tear me apart. So be careful what you tell me, Spare a thought for my heart, For my heart. Broken bones Fuse together, Bruises never Last for long, But once they're said Words stay spoken And hearts stay broken From that moment on. Sticks and stones may break my body But words can tear me apart. So be careful what you tell me, Spare a thought for my heart, Spare a thought for my heart.