D-I-V-O-R-C-E
Lyrics
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 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
For his fifth birthday
And he thinks c, u, s, t, o, d, y
Spells fun or play
I spell out all the hurting words
And turn my head when I speak
'Cause I can't spell away this hurt
That's written down my cheek
Our d, i, v, o, r, c, e
Becomes final today
Me and litte 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
Writer(s): Bobby Braddock, Curly Putman
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing
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