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

D-I-V-O-R-C-E - The Hit Crew

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 5th Birthday and 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

'Cause I can't spell away this hurt

That's dripping down my cheek

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