We bought our vittles at the Piggly Wiggly
And at home together we’d put them away
We’d kiss and hug and get all giggly,
Never thinking that we’d change one day.
We split the chores right down the middle
As fair and right as rain could be.
And to this day, I can’t solve the riddle
Of what went wrong with you and me.
All that sharing fifty-fifty
In the end drove us apart
Now all we have left of what we had, dear
Is the two equal halves of our own broken heart
Splitsville is the place you’re heading
As your love goes down the drain
Just cuz you got a double sink
Don’t do much to dull the pain.
Now I know that give and take
Works better than cutting the pie in two
Too late we know our big mistake
Was not saying I want more for you.