Divorce.kar

Tammy Wynette . . . . . . D~i~v~o~r~c~e

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

Cause 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 its 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

Oh I can't spell away this hurt
that's dripping down my cheek

Cause 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