You Don’t Bring Me Flowers


You don’t bring me flowers;
you don’t sing me long songs.
You hardly talk to me anymore
when you come through the door at the end of the day.
I remember when
you couldn’t wait to love me,
used to hate to leave me.
Now after lovin’ me late at night
when it’s good for you
and you’re feelin’ all right,
well, you just roll over and you turn out the light,
and you don’t bring me flowers anymore.

It used to be so nat’ral
to talk about forever,
but used-to-be’s don’t count anymore.
They just lay on the floor till we sweep them away.
And baby, I remember
all the things you taught me:
I learned how to laugh
and I learned how to cry.
Well, I learned how to love.
even learned how to lie.
You’d think I could learn how to tell you goodbye,
’cause you don’t bring me flowers anymore.

Well, you’d think I could learn how to tell you goodbye,
’cause you don’t bring me flowers anymore.

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