Fifty Percent lyrics

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 have enough memories
I`ve washed enough mornings
I`ve dryed 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
I`d rather have fifty percent
Of him
Or any percent of him
Than all of anybody else
At all
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