PLAY HELEN REDDY Fifty Percent video
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I don`t iron his shirts
I don`t sew on his buttons
I don`t know all the jokes he tells or the songs he hums
Though I may hold him all through the night
He may not be here when the morning comes
I don`t pick out his ties
Or expect his tomorrows
But I feel when he`s in my arms, he`s where he wants to be
We have no memories bittersweet with time
And I doubt if he`ll spend New Year`s Eve with me
I don`t share his name
I don`t wear his ring
There`s no piece of paper saying that he`s mine
But he says he loves me and I believe it`s true
Doesn`t that make someone belong to you?
So I don`t share his name
So I don`t wear his ring
So there`s no piece of paper saying that he`s mine
So we don`t have the memories
I`ve had enough memories
I`ve washed enough mornings
I`ve dried enough evenings
I`ve had enough birthdays to know what I want
Life is anyone`s guess
It`s a constant surprise
Though you don`t plan to fall in love
When you fall...you fall
I`d rather have fifty percent of him
Or any percent of him
Than all of anybody else at all
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