BarbraYou don't bring me flowersYou don't sing me love songs
NeilYou hardly talk to me anymoreWhen I come through the door at the end of the day
BarbraI remember when you couldn't wait to love meUsed to hate to leave meNow after loving me late at night
NeilWhen it's good for you, babeAnd you're feeling all right
BarbraWhen you just roll over and turn out the lightAnd you don't bring me flowers anymore
NeilIt used to be so natural
BarbraIt used to be...
NeilTo talk about forever
BarbaraMmm...
NeilBut used-to-bes don't count anymoreThey just lay on the floorTill we sweep them away
BarbraAnd baby I remember all the things you taught me
NeilI learned how to laugh and I learned how to cry
BarbraWell, I learned how to love and I learned how to lie
NeilSo you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye
BarbraSo you think I could learn how to tell you goodbyeYou don't bring me flowers any more
BothWell, you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye
NeilCause you don't say you need me
BarbraYou don't sing me love songs
BothYou don't bring me flowers anymore