Tommy used to work on the docks
Hes down on his luck...it's tough, so tough
Gina works the diner all day
Working for her man, she brings home her pay
She says: We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give it a shot
Whoah, Livin' On A Prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Whoah, Livin' On A Prayer
Tommy 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
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers: Baby it's okay, someday
We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love - we'll give it a shot
Whoah, Livin' On A Prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Whoah, Livin' On A Prayer
We've got to hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when that's all that you've got
Whoah, Livin' On A Prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Whoah, Livin' On A Prayer
Whoah, Livin' On A Prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear
Whoah, Livin' On A Prayer