YOU DON’T BRING ME FLOWERS. YOU DON’T SING ME LOVE SONGS; YOU HARDLY TALK TO ME ANY MORE WHEN I 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, BABE
AND YOU'RE FEELING ALRIGHT; WELL, YOU JUST ROLL OVER
AND YOU TURN OUT THE LIGHT
AND YOU DON'T BRING ME FLOWERS ANYMORE