You Don't Bring Me Flowers

Barbra
You don’t bring me flowers
You don’t sing me love songs

Neil
You hardly talk to me anymore
When I come through the 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

Barbara
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