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 it 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 5'th 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 it will be pure H-E double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E.