Three car garage, her own credit card.
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 the door for me what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes.
These are the little things that mean 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 that mean the most in my life.
And the more that he lives, the less that he tries,
To show her the love that he holds in side.
And the more that she gives, the less that he sees
This is the story of you...and me.
So I brought you a rose on the way home from work
To open the door on the heart that I hurt.
I hope you notice the look in my eyes.
I'm gonna make things right for the rest of your life.
And I'm gonna hold you tonight...
and do all those little things for the rest of your life.
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