paroles de chanson D-I-V-O-R-C-E - Tammy Wynette

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