He works hard to her all he thinks she wants Three car garage, her own credit cards He pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss goodnight If he could only read her mind She'd say:
Buy me a Call me from work Open a door for me what would it hurt Show me you love me by the look your eyes These are the litte things I need the most of my life.
Now the days grown To years of feeling all alone 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 she'd say:
Buy me a rose Call me from work Open the door for me what would it Show me you love me by the look in your eyes These are the litte things I need the most in my life.
And the more that he lives The less that he tries To show her the that he holds inside And the more that she gives The that he sees This is the story of you and me.
So I bought you a rose On the way home from work To open the door to a heart I hurt And I hoped you noticed this look in my eyes 'Cause I'm gonna make things right For the rest of your life (rest of life) And I'm gonna hold you tonight Do all those little things For the rest of your life...