had a plan 'Cause you were born to be my baby And I was made to be your man Light a candle, blow the world away Table for two on a TV tray Nothin' ain
give it a shot Woah, we're half way there, woah, livin' on a prayer Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear Woah, livin' on a prayer, livin' on a prayer
You promise me heaven then put me through hell Chains of love got a hold on me When passion's a prison you can't break free Oh! You're a loaded gun,
your hands on me) Hands (Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me) On me (Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me) I'm a fighter, poet And a preacher
my broken heart lies bleeding You say true love in suicide You say you're cried a thousand rivers And now you're swimming for the shore You left me
Mother mother tell your children Their time has just begun I have suffered for my anger These wars can't be won Father father believe me I am laying
Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged
no anesthesia or a nurse to bring a pill I got a dirty down addiction that doesn't leave a track I got a jolt for your affection like a monkey on my
This Romeo is bleedin' But you can't see his blood It's nothing but some feelings That this old dog kicked up It's been rainin' since you left me Now
Give these loving arms a try baby Have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me Have a little faith in me Have a
find a better life Find a better life Find a better life C'mon, c'mon, c'mon Come on, come on, come on What you gonna do with your life? Come on
your arms are reaching through the night I'll never give up the fight I'll go the distance There's a thread that runs between us pulling 'cross this great
all you do is think I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride I'm wanted dead or alive Wanted dead or alive I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride I
be diving me a thrill And I don't need no anesthesia Or a nurse to bring a pill I got a dirty down addition It doesn't leave a track I got a jone
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 We're half way there Livin' on a prayer
your hands on me, Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, Lay your hands on me I'm a fighter, I'm a poet, I'm a preacher
This ain't a song for the broken-hearted No silent prayer for the faith-departed I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd You're gonna hear my voice
Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka is still