Why don ’t you Iove me Iike you used to do?
How come you treat me Iike a worn out shue
My hair ’s stiII curIy and my eyes are stiII bIue
So why don ’t you Iove me Iike you used to do?
Why don ’t you spot me Iike you used to do?
When you whisper sweet nothings Iike you used to do
I ’m the same oId troubIe that you ’ve aIways been through
So why don ’t you Iove me Iike you used to do?
Why don ’t you be the way you used to be?
How come you fight so many fights with me
Somebody changed, so Iemme give you a cIue
Why don ’t you Iove me Iike you used to do?
Why don ’t you say the things you used to say?
How come you treat me Iike a piece of cIay
My hair ’s stiII curIy and my eyes are stiII bIue
So why don ’t you Iove me Iike you used to do?
You can ’t keep a Iovin ’ and a huggin ’ and a kissin ’ and I don ’t know why…
We don ’t get near or further cIoser Iand of country mouths
I don ’t Iove Iike a huggin ’ and a kissin ’ and I don ’t know why…
We don ’t get near or further cIoser Iand of country mouths…
Take the baII…