D-i-v-o-r-c-e Lyrics - Wanda Jackson

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 

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 

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 

Cause he thinks C-U-S-T-O-D-Y spells fun or play 

I spell out all the hurting words and turn my head when I speak 

But I can't spell away this hurt that's dripping down my cheeks 

Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today... 

I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E