It's been a while since I've seen younI'm trying to not offend younI count the days as they go bynSince I phoned you and said good byennYou gave me roses just to show menHow much you love and adore menYou know you didn't have to do thatnBecause with you, it's this and/or thatnnI'm thinking of a way 'cause I know you never listennWhy don't you ever listen?nnTearin' down the house, tearin' down the house, tearin' down the housenGirl, you never listennTearin' down the house, tearin' down the house, tearin' down the housenYou don't know what you're missin'nAnd now your roses don't mean a thingnYou're tearing down the housennThe good times are a remindernOf how much I really like her (tearin' down the house)nI wish that I could see her right nownBut we're just tearin down the house nownnI'm thinking of a way 'cause I know you never listennwhy don't you ever listen?nnTearin' down the house, tearin' down the house, tearin' down the housenGirl, you never listennTearin' down the house, tearin' down the house, tearin' down the housenYou don't know what you're missin'nAnd now your roses don't mean a thingnYou're tearing down the housennWith a bit of common sensenAnd more considerationnYou'd know exactly not what to donI'm thinking of a way 'cause I know you never listennWhy don't you ever listen?nnTearin' down the house, tearin' down the house, tearin' down the housenGirl, you never lisetnnTearin' down the house, tearin' down the house, tearin' down the housenYou don't know what you're missin'nTearin' down the house, tearin' down the house, tearin' down the housenGirl, you never listennTearin' down the house, tearin' down the house, tearin' down the housenAnd now your roses don't mean a thingnYou don't know what you're missinnAnd now your roses don't mean a thing