You don't bring me flowers
You don't sing me love songs
Neil:
You hardly talk to me anymore
When you come through that door at the end of the day...
Barbra:
I remember when you couldn't wait to love me
Used to hate to leave me
Now after loving me late at night
Neil:
When it's good for you, babe
And you're feeling all right
Barbra:
When you just roll over and turn out the light...
And you don't bring me flowers anymore
Neil:
It used to be so natural
Barbra:
It used to be...
Neil:
To talk about forever
Barbra:
Mmm...
Neil:
But used-to-bes don't count anymore
They just lay on the floor
Till we sweep them away
Barbra:
And baby I remember all the things you taught me
Neil:
I learned how to laugh and I learned how to cry
Barbra:
Well, I learned how to love and I learned how to lie
Neil:
So you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye
Barbra:
So you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye
You don't bring me flowers any more...
Both:
Well, you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye...
Neil:
Barbra:
You don't sing me love songs;
Both:
You don't bring me flowers anymore...