He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants
A 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 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 feelin' all alone
And she can't help but wonder what she's doing wrong
'Cause lately she tried anything to turn his head
Would it make a difference if she said
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
His 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
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
His 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
And I'm gonna hold you tonight
Do all those little things for the rest of your life