Our little boy is four years 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 5th birthday,
and he thinks C.U.S.T.O. D.Y. spells fun or play.
I spell out all the hurtin` words, and I turn my head when I speak,
cause I can`t spell away this hurt that`s dripping down my cheek.
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.
