D.I.V.O.R.C.E.

Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand Like t-o-y or maybe s-u-r p-r-i-s-e But the words we're hiding from him now Tear the heart right out of me Our d-i-v-o-r-c-e, becomes final today Me and little J-o-e will be goin' away I love you both and this will be pure h-e double l for me Oh, I wish that we could stop this d-i-v-o-r-c-e Watch him smile, he thinks it Christmas Or his fifth Birthday And he thinks c-u-s-t-o-d-y spells fun or play I spell out all the hurtin' words And turn my head when I speak 'Cause I can't spell away this hurt That's drippin' down my cheek Our d-i-v-o-r-c-e becomes final today Me and little J-o-e will be goin' away I love you both and this will be pure h-e double l for me Oh, I wish that we could stop this d-i-v-o-r-c-e