Fifty Percent (from Ballroom) Songtext
von Barbra Streisand

Hello? (Hi)
Hi, you′re not gonna have to wait for me this time
I'm all packed (honey, I can′t go)
Why, wha-what happened?
(I forgot that I promised the kids I would take them to their game)
(They want their mom to go too)
Oh, of course, I understand
It's their mother and you can't disappoint your kids, honey

(We′ll go next weekend)
Okay, great (for sure, I promise you)
Next weekend for sure
(Do you still love me?)
Of course, I still love you (oh, I miss you)
I miss you too (I′ll try and call you later)
Okay, bye honey (I love you)


I don't iron his shirts
I don′t open his mail
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
I don't butter his toast
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 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
And I'd rather have fifty percent of him
Or any percent of him than all of anybody else at all