Buy Me A Rose
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 good nightIf he could only read her mind, she'd say
"Buy me a rose, call me from workOpen a door for me, what would it hurt?Show me you love me by the look in your eyesThese are the little things I need the most in my life"
Now the days have grown to years of feeling all aloneAnd she can't help but wonder what she's doing wrong'Cause lately she'd try anything to turn his headWould it make a difference if, she'd say
"Buy me a rose, call me from workOpen a door for me, what would it hurt?Show me you love me by the look in your eyesThese are the little things I need the most in my life"
And the more that he lives, the less that he triesTo show her the love that he holds insideAnd the more that she gives, the more that he seesThis is a story of you and me
So I bought you a rose on the way home from workTo open the door to a heart that I hurtAnd I hope you notice this look in my eyes'Cause, I'm 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