Helen Reddy Fifty Percent Lyrics

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'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