D.I.V.O.R.C.E

D.I.V.O.R.C.E - Orquesta Baladisima

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 A R I S A

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 see you

S T O D

Why 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