Our little boy is four years old And he's 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 Tears the heart right out of me Chorus: 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 I turn my head when I speak Cause I can't spell away this hurt That's dripping down my cheek Repeat chorus
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