Livin On A Prayer

Tommy used to work on the docks

You know he's been on strike

He's down on his lucky stuff

Oh, so tough

Gina works the diner all day

Working for her man

She brings home her pay for love

Oh, for love

She says we've got to hold on to what we've got

It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not

We've got each other and that's a lot for love

We'll give it a shot, what if we didn't?

Oh, baby, take my hand and we'll make it, I swear

Tommy got his six string in hock, now he's holding in what he used to make it talk

So tough, oh so tough, Gina dreams of running away

She cries in the night, Tommy whispers, "Baby, it's okay"

someday we've gotta hold on to what we've got it doesn't make a difference

if we make it or not we've got each other and that's a lot for love we'll

So give it a shot, woah, we're halfway there, woah, live it, make it, I swear, woah, live

it, not a prayer.

Woah, we've gotta hold on, ready or not, you live for the fight when it's all that

You've got, woah, we're halfway there Woah, living on a prayer

Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear Woah, living on a prayer

Woah, we're halfway there Woah, living on a prayer

Take my hand, and we'll make it, I swear

Woah, living on a prayer

Woah, we're halfway there

Woah, living on a prayer

Take my hand, and we'll make it, I swear

Woah, living on a prayer