Gina works the diner all day
Woah, you're a loaded gun, yeah
You live for the fight when that's all that you've got
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Ooh, we gotta hold on, ready or not
Shot through the heart and you're to blame
You promised me heaven, then put me through hell
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
She brings home her pay for love
An angel's smile is what you sell
Now he's holding in what he used to make it talk
When passion's a prison, you can't break free
Blood red nails on your fingertips
Oh, there's nowhere to run
Tommy's got his six-string in hock
I play my part and you play your game
Gina dreams of running away
Tommy used to work on the docks
Once upon a time, not so long ago
Chains of love got a hold on me
Paint your smile on your lips
A school boy's dream, you act so shy
No one can save me, the damage is done
When she cries in the night, Tommy whispers "Baby, it's okay," someday
Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye
She says, We've gotta hold on to what we've got
Union's been on strike, he's down on his luck
We got each other, and that's a lot for love
Livin' On A Prayer
You Give Love A Bad Name
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