Jul 08, 2005 08:58
She said we gotta hold on, to what we've got.
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not.
We got each other, and that's enough...for love.
We'll give it a SHOT.
WHOOAAA, we're half way there.
WHOOAAA, we're living on a prayer.
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear,
WHOOAAA, we're living on a prayer!
God I hate the smell of diapers.