(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