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He works hard to give 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 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 litte things
I need the most of 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 say:
Buy me a rose
Call me from work
Open the door for me what would it hurt
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 love that he holds inside
And the more that she gives
The more
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 that 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 your life)
And I'm gonna hold you tonight
Do all those little things
For the rest of your
life...
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