Paroles de D-i-v-o-r-c-e

Conway Twitty

pochette album D-i-v-o-r-c-e
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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

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