Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Tarawa - 8...The best thing in America is that it takes everything good from the world and makes it better
7d fe ay balad 3arabi ye3raf ye3mel keda?
You dont bring me flowers anymore
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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