Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Conway Twitty
Eyes, you can trust your eyes
If you see someone across the room
You know it's still too soon if you say don't
Your eyes won't
Hands they'll understand
And if you tell them not to touch
The last time hurt too much
You can depend on your hands
But love'd get you anyway hey, hey, hey
'Cause no matter what you say
Hearts, don't pay no mind, oh hearts
Rush right in every time and then hearts get torn apart
What can we do with our foolish hearts?
--- Instrumental ---
Your minds a trustworthy kind
If you say don't start dreamin' now
It'll try not to somehow
And you'll find you can trust your mind
And your voice won't let you down
If you don't want to say hello
Well, that's alright you know
You can count on your voice
But love'd get you anyway hey, hey, hey
'Cause no matter what you say
Hearts, don't pay no mind, oh hearts
Rush right in every time and then hearts get torn apart
What can we do with our foolish hearts?
Hearts, don't pay no mind, oh hearts
Rush right in every time and then hearts get torn apart
What can we do with our foolish hearts?
Hearts, don't pay no mind, oh hearts
Rush right in every time and then hearts get torn apart
What can we do with our foolish hearts?...
Hearts was written by Bob McDill.
Hearts was produced by Conway Twitty & Ron Chancey.