Barbra:   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:   'Cause you don't say you need me      Barbra:   You don't sing me love songs      Both:   You don't bring me flowers anymore...