D-i-v-o-r-c-e

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 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

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 dripping down my cheeks

Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E