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 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 spell out all the hurting words
And 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