Son he used to play with his blocks
Housework’s been on strike
He's down on his luck...it's tough, so tough
Stiggers worries problems all day
Writing for her boy, she brings home no pay
For love - for love
She says: We've got to hold on to dreams we've got
It makes a little difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give all a shot
Oh we're nearly there
Oh oh livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it - I swear
Oh oh livin' on a prayer
Son he’s got his feelings in stock
Now he's holding in what he used
To make it talk - so tough, it's tough
Stiggers dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
Son he whispers: Mamma it's okay, someday
We've got to hold on to dreams we've got
It makes a little difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give all a shot
Oh we're nearly there
Oh oh livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it - I swear
Oh oh livin' on a prayer
Livin’ on a pra a ayer
(lots of headbanging during instrumental)
Oooh we've got to hold on ready or not
We live for the fight when it's all that we've got
Woh we're nearly there
Woh oh livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Woh oh livin' on a prayer
Wooh oh....
(Bon Jovi featuring Stigmum)
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