She: You don't bring me flowers…You don't sing me love songsHe: You hardly talk to me anymore…When you come through the door…At the end of the day
She: I remember when…You couldn't wait to love me…Used to hate to leave me...Now after lovin' me late at night
He: When it's good for you…And you're feeling alright
She: Well you just roll over…And you turn out the light…And you don't bring me flowers anymore
He: It used to be so natural to talk about forever…But 'used to be's' don't count anymore...They just lay on the floor…'Til we sweep them away
She: And baby, I remember…All the things you taught me
He: I learned how to laugh…And I learned how to cry
She: Well I learned how to love…Even learned how to lie
He:You'd think I could learn…How to tell you goodbye
She: 'Cause you don't bring me flowers anymore
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