Il testo della 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

Our d-i-v-o-r-c-e becomes final today
Me and little j-o-e will be goin' 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 5th 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 drippin' down my cheek

Our d-i-v-o-r-c-e becomes final today
Me and little j-o-e will be goin' 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