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 fifth birthday And he thinks, C-U-S-T-O-D-Y spells fun or play I spell out all the hurtin' words And turn my head when I speak Cause I can't spell away This hurt, that's dripping down my cheeks Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E