| He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants
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| A three car garage, her own credit cards
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| He pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss good night
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| If he could only read her mind, she’d say
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| Buy me a rose, call me from work
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| Open a door for me, what would it hurt
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| Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
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| These are the little things I need the most in my life
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| Now the days have grown to years of feeling all alone
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| And she can’t help but wonder what she’s doing wrong
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| Cause lately she’d try anything to turn his head
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| Would it make a difference if she said:
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| And the more that he lives the less that he tries
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| To show her the love that he holds inside
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| And the more that she gives the more that he sees
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| This is a story of you and me
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| So I bought you a rose on the way home from work
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| To open the door to a heart that I hurt
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| And I hope you notice this look in my eyes
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| Cause I’m gonna make things right
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| For the rest of your life
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| I’m gonna hold you tonight
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| Do all those little things
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| For the rest of your life |