Well, why don’t you treat me like you used to do? How come you treat me like a worn out shoe?
My hair’s still curly and my eyes are still blue.
Why don’t you love me like you used to do?
Why don’t you spark me like you used to do?
And say sweet nothings like you used to do?
I’m the same old trouble that you’ve always been through,
So, why don’t you love me like you used to do?
Well, why don’t you be like you used to be?
How come you find so many faults with me?
Somebody’s changed so let me give you a clue.
Why don’t you love me like you used to do?
(Hank Williams, Why Don’t You Love Me Like You Used to Do)