BUY ME A ROSE

He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants —
A mansion on the beach, a three-car garage,
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 little things I need the most in my life.

Now the days have grown to years of feeling all alone.
And 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 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 hope you notice this look in my eyes
‘Cause I’m gonna make things right for the 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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