Tommy used to work on the docks, Union's been on strike, He's down on his luck, it's tough, so tough, Gina works the diner all day, Working for her man, she brings home her pay, For love, for love.
We've got to hold on to what we've got, It doesn't make a difference, If we'll make it or not, We've got each other and that's a lot, For love, we'll give it a shot.
Say, oh, we're half way there, Whoah, livin' on a prayer, Take my hand, And we'll make it, I swear, Whoah, livin' on a prayer.
Tommy's got his six string in hock, Now, he's holding in what he used, To make it talk, so tough, it's tough, Gina dreams of running away, She cries in the night, Tommy whispers: Baby, it's okay, someday.
We've got to hold on to what we've got, It doesn't make a difference, If we'll make it or not, We've got each other and that's a lot, For love, we'll give it a shot.
Say, oh, we're half way there, Whoah, livin' on a prayer, Take my hand, And we'll make it, I swear, Whoah, livin' on a prayer.
Hold on to what we've got, It doesn't make a difference, If we'll make it or not, We've got each other and that's a lot, For love, we'll give it a shot.
Oh, we're half way there, Whoah, livin' on a prayer, Take my hand, And we'll make it, I swear, Whoah, livin' on a prayer. (x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.