You don’t bring me (G)flow ers;

you don’t sing me (C)love songs.

You hard ly talk to me an y (C)more

when you come through the door at the (Fmaj7)end of the (G)day.

I re mem ber when

you could n’t wait to (G)love me,

used to hate to (C)leave me.

Now af ter (Fmaj7)lov in’ me

late at night

when it’s (C)good for you

and you’re (G7sus)feel in’ all right,

well, you (C)just roll (Em7)o ver, and you (Am7)turn out the (Ab)light.

And you don’t bring me (G7sus)flow ers (G7)an y (C)more.

It used to be so (G)nat ’ral

to talk a bout for (C)ev er.

But used to be’s don’t (C)count an y more.

They just (Dm7)lay on the floor till we (Fmaj7)sweep them a (G7)way.

And ba by, I re (G)mem ber

all the things you taught (C)me:

I learned how to (Fmaj7)laugh, and I (G7sus)learned how to (G7)cry.

Well, I (C)learned how to (Fmaj7)love, e ven (G7sus)learned how to (G7)lie.

You’d (C)think I could (Em7)learn how to (Am7)tell you good (Ab)bye,

’cause you don’t bring me (G7sus)flow ers (G7)an y (Am)more.

Well, you’d (C)think I could (Em7)learn how to (Am)tell you good (Ab)bye,

’cause you don’t bring me (G7sus)flow ers (G7)an y (C)more.