He works hard to give her all he thinks she wantsThree car garage, her own credit cardsHe pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss goodnightIf he could only read her mindShe'd say:Buy me a roseCall me from workOpen a door for me what would it hurtShow me you love me by the look in your eyesThese are the litte thingsI need the most of my lifeNow the days have grownto years of feeling all aloneShe can't help but wonder what she's doing wrongLately she'd try anything to turn his headWould it make a difference if she'd say:Buy me a roseCall me from workOpen the door for me what would it hurtShow me you love me by the look in your eyesThese are the litte thingsI need the most in my lifeAnd the more that he livesThe less that he triesTo show her the love that he holds insideAnd the more that she givesThe more that he seesThis is the story of youand meSo I bought you a roseOn the way home from workto open the door to a heart that i hurtAnd I hoped you noticed this look in my eyescause im gonna make things rightFor the rest of your life(rest of your life)And I'm gonna hold you tonightdo all those little thingsfor the rest of your life.
