Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man
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So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand
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Like T-O-Y or maybe S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E
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But the words we're hiding from him now tears the heart right out of me
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Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today me and little J-O-E will be going away
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I love you both and this will be pure H-E double L for me
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Oh I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E
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Watch him smile he thinks it's Christmas or his fifth birthday
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Then he thinks C-U-S-T-O-D-Y spells fun or play
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I spell out all the hurtin' words and I turn my head when I speak
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Cause I can't spell away this hurt that's dripping down my cheeks
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Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E...
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D-I-V-O-R-C-E
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| Jean Shepard |
