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