Lyrics:

1991
Writer: Skip Ewing

I might buy a flower on my lunch hour
Leave it under you wiper when you didn't know
Call your favorite station, make a dedication
Just to show my adoration on the radio

I could leave you a note, somethin' special I wrote
Or just give you a call
And out of the clear blue, baby, I love you
Cause I'm into pleasin', I got no reason at all

I could make a reservation on a regular occasion
And tell'em its your birthday just to make you mad
Dress up like a monkey, get all jungle funky
And show up I could sing a telegram

I could invent you a brand new holiday
For the second day of fall
Oh, any excuss to set my love for you loose
Cause I'm into pleasin', and I got no reason at all

If I thought I had to, well, it wouldn't mean as much
Just because I want to, now, that's reason enough, yeah

I could take away your troubles, soak you in some bubbles
Feed you hot fudge Sundays on a Tuesday night
Rent a limosine, close that little screen,
Make a champayne toast and take one heck of a ride

I could do somethin' neat, short, simple and sweet
Or get crazy off the wall
But you know I love you and I do what I do
Cause I'm in love with you
Cause I'm into pleasin', and I got no reason at all

Oh,you know I love you and I do what I do
Cause I'm into pleasin', I got no reason at all
No reason