You Don't Bring Me Flowers Anymore

Is it my growing lack of manners

Or my waning fashion sense

The weekends watching football

Making jokes at your expense

Or the way I cut across you

And tell you something you've heard before

No it's just that you don't bring me flowers anymore

Am I embarrassing to be round

I know I'm undignified

Because my undies all have holes in

But you still hang them on the washing line

Or when you're getting ready

And I don't knock on the bathroom door

No it's just that you don't bring me flowers anymore

When we were young you used to say

I don't want to be old and sad

I don't want to drive each other mad

I don't want to be my mum and dad

So I called her on the way home

I said I've got you a surprise

She said she'd had a bad day

So this couldn't be a better time

I gave her a dozen roses

And she said that's very nice

But I was hoping for a Big Mac, Coke and fries

When we were young you used to say

I don't want to be old and sad

I don't want to drive each other mad

So let's be grateful for what we have