D-I-V-O-R-C-E
(Bobby Braddock - Curly Putman)
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 tears 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
Then 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 cheeks.
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...
Autor(es): Bobby Braddock / Curly Putman
