D-I-V-O-R-C-E

Our little boy is 4 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 going 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's Christmas Or his fifth birthday And he thinks C-U-S-T-O-D-Y spells "fun" or "play" I spill out all the hurtin' words And turn my head when I speak 'Cause I can't spell away this hurt That's dripping down my cheeks Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E Becomes final today Me and little J-O-E will be going 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