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
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
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 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 the door to a heart that I hurt
I hope you notice this look in my eyes
I'm gonna make things right, for the rest of your life
I'm gonna hold you tonight
Do all those little things
For the rest of your life
