Dottie West
D I V O R C E

(Bobby Braddock - Curly Putman)

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
How 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 rolling down my cheeks.

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
How I wish that we could stop this d-i-v-o-r-c-e...


Mirror lyrics:

How I wish that we could stop this d-i-v-o-r-c-e...
I love you both and this will be pure h-e double L for me
Me and little J-o-e will be going away
Our d-i-v-o-r-c-e becomes final today

'Cause I can't spell away this hurt that's rolling down my cheeks.
I spell out all the hurtin' words and turn my head when I speak
And he thinks c-u-s-t-o-d-y spells fun or play
Watch him smile he thinks it's Christmas or his fifth birthday

How I wish that we could stop this d-i-v-o-r-c-e.
I love you both and this will be pure h-e double L for me
Me and little J-o-e will be going away
Our d-i-v-o-r-c-e becomes final today

But the words we're hiding from him now tear the heart right out of me.
Like t-o-y or maybe s-u-r-p-r-i-s-e
So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand
Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man

(Bobby Braddock - Curly Putman)


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