Tommy used to work on the docks
Union's went on strike
He's down on his luck, it's tough, so tough
Gina works the dinner all day
Working for her man, she brings to her pay
For love, for love
She says, we've got to hold on to what we've got
And it doesn't makes 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
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
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
And it doesn't makes 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