(Bobby Braddock/Curley Putman)
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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
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Tear the heart right out of me.
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Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today
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Me and little J-O-E will be goin' away
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I love you both and it 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 Christmas
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Or his 5th Birthday
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And he thinks C-U-S-O-T-D-Y spells fun or play
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I spell out all the hurtin' words
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And turn my head when I speak
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'Cause I can't spell away this hurt
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That's drippin' down my cheek.
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Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today
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Me and little J-O-E will be goin' away
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I love you both and it 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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D-I-V-O-R-C-E
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| Dolly Parton |
