You don't bring me flowers
You don't sing me love 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.