You don't bring me flowers 
You don't sing me love songs 
You hardly talk to me anymore 
When [bad word] 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 loving me late at night 
When it's good for you, babe 
And you're feeling all right 
When you just roll over and turn out the light
And you don't bring me flowers anymore 

It used to be so natural (it used to be...)
To talk about forever (mmm…)
But used-to-bes don't count anymore 
They just lay on the floor till we sweep them away 
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 and I learned how to lie 
So you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye 
(So you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye)
You don't bring me flowers anymore... 

Well, you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye... 
You don't say you need me
And you don't sing me love songs
You don't bring me flowers anymore...