The Trouble with Never

If I never think about her, I'll never miss her at all

Never wonder what she's doin, never give her a call

Never see her again and I'll be free as a bird

But the trouble with never is never never works

If I never bring her flowers, I'll never see her smile

If I never try to kiss her, she'll never drive me wild

And I'll never feel the need to say those three little words

But the trouble with never is never never works