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