You Don't Bring Me Flowers

You don't bring me flowers

You don't sing me love songs

Neil:

You hardly talk to me anymore

When you come through that 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

Barbra:

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: