Though you don’t plan to fall in love
fifty percent
- Dorothy Loudon –
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 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
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
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
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 watched enough mornings
I’ve cried enough evenings
I’ve had enough birthdays to know what I want
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 watched enough mornings
I’ve cried 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
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.
Or any percent of him
Than all of anybody else at all.
- “Ballroom”，1973
i like that
Miss 猫兔
08月 10, 2009 at 2:11 下午