I-M-P-E-A-C-H --- REMAKE OF TAMMY WYNETTE'S --- "D-I-V-O-R-C-E"

Our little Trump is four years old and quite a little man
So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand
Like N-O or maybe F-R-E-N-C-H F-R-I-E-S
But the words we're hiding from him now
Tears the heart right out of me.

I-M-P-E-A-C-H becomes final today
You and little D-O-N will be goin' away
I love you both and it will be pure H-E double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this I-M-P-E-A-C-H.

Watch him smile, he thinks its Christmas
Or his fifth birthday
And he thinks I-M-P-E-A-C-H 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.

I-M-P-E-A-C-H becomes final today
You and little D-O-N will be goin' away
I love you both and it will be pure H-E double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this I-M-P-E-A-C-H