Barbra: 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: cause you don't say you need me;
Barbra: You don't sing me love songs;
Both: You don't bring me flowers anymore...
