He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants A three car garage, her own credit cards He pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss good night If he could only read her mind, she'd say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work Open a door for me, what would it hurt Show me you love me by the look in your eyes These are the little things I need the most in my life
Now the days have grown to years of feeling all alone And she can't help but wonder what she's doing wrong Cause lately she'd try anything to turn his head Would it make a difference if she’d said:
Buy me a rose, call me from work Open a door for me, what would it hurt Show me you love me by the look in your eyes These are the little things I need the most in my life
And the more that he lives the less that he tries To show her the love that he hold inside And the more that she gives the more that he sees This is a story of you ... and me
So I bought you a rose on the way home from work To open the door to a heart that I hurt And I hope you notice this look in my eyes Cause I'm gonna make things right For the rest of your life (Rest of your life) And I'm gonna hold you tonight Do all those little things For the rest of your life.
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