The Little Things

You never send me flowers

Or ever buy me candy

You never bring me pretty things

When you come to see meAnd you forgot my birthday

Oh, I wish you could see

How I miss the little things

That you don't do for meYou never say that I look nice

Or that you're proud of me

You overlook the little things

That you should seeThese little things are big enough to hurt

But too small to make me want to leave

But I do miss the little things

That you don't do for meNow how can I miss flowers

That never reach my door

How can I taste candy

That's still at the candy storeThese little things mean a lot to me

To you they may be silly

But I do miss the little things

That you don't do for me

Yes I miss the little things

That you don't do for me