Conway Twitty - D-I-V-O-R-C-E Lyrics
Our little boy is four years old and quite a little manSo we spell out the words we don't want him to understandLike T-O-Y or maybe S-U-R-P-R-I-S-EBut the words we're hiding from him nowTears the heart right out of me.Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final todayYou and little J-O-E will be going awayI love you both and this will be pure H-E double L for meOh, 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 birthdayAnd he thinks C-U-S-T-O-D-Y spells fun or playI spell out all the hurtin' wordsThen turn my head when I speak'Cause I can't spell away this hurtThat's dripping down my cheeks.Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final todayYou and little J-O-E will be going awayI love you both and this will be pure H-E double L for meOh, I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E...