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 good night   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   'Cause 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 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 a 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, rest of your life      And I'm gonna hold you tonight   Do all those little things   For the rest of your life