He works hard to give her all
the things she wants
Three car garage, her own credit card
He pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss good night
If he could only read her mine, 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
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
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 holds 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 a door to a heart that I hurt
I hope you notice this look in my eyes
I'm going to make things right
For the rest of your life
And I'm gonna hold you tonight
Do all those little things
For the your rest or your life.
