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I don't iron his shirtsI don't sew on his buttonsI don't know all the jokes he tells or the songs he humsThough I may hold him all through the nightHe may not be here when the morning comesI don't pick out his ties Or expect his tomorrowsBut I feel when he's in my arms, he's where he wants to beWe have no memories bittersweet with timeAnd I doubt if he'll spend New Year's Eve with meI don't share his nameI don't wear his ringThere's no piece of paper saying that he's mineBut he says he loves me and I believe it's trueDoesn't that make someone belong to you?So I don't share his nameSo I don't wear his ringSo there's no piece of paper saying that he's mineSo we don't have the memoriesI've had enough memoriesI've washed enough morningsI've dried enough eveningsI've had enough birthdays to know what I wantSongtexteLife is anyone's guessIt's a constant surpriseThough you don't plan to fall in loveWhen you fall...you fallI'd rather have fifty percent of himOr any percent of himThan all of anybody else at all Aus Songtexte Mania