Our Little boy is four years old
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And he's quite a little man
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So we spell out the words
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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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Tears the heart right out of me
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Chorus:
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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 going away
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I love you both and this will be
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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
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He thinks it's Christmas
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Or his fifth birthday
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And he thinks C-U-S-T-O-D-Y
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Spells fun, or play
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I spell out all the hurtin' words
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And I turn my head when I speak
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Cause I can't spell away this hurt
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That's dripping down my cheek
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Repeat Chorus
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D.I.V.O.R.C.E.
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| Dolly Parton |
