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Dolly Parton |
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Miscellaneous |
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D.i.v.o.r.c.e. |
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Our little boy is four years old |
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And he's quite a little man |
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So we spell out the words |
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We don't want him to understand |
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Like t-o-y, or maybe s-u-r-p-r-i-s-e |
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But the words we're hiding from him now |
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Tears the heart right out of me |
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Chorus: |
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Our d-i-v-o-r-c-e becomes final today |
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Me and little j-o-e will be going away |
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I love you both and this will be |
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Pure h-e-double-l for me |
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Oh, i wish that we could stop this d-i-v-o-r-c-e |
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Watch him smile |
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He thinks it's christmas |
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Or his fifth birthday |
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And he thinks c-u-s-t-o-d-y |
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Spells fun, or play |
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I spell out all the hurtin' words |
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And i turn my head when i speak |
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Cause i can't spell away this hurt |
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That's dripping down my cheek |
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Repeat chorus |
