I’ve got a merry go round, little girl don’t you want to ride?
I’ve got a merry go round, now little girl, now don’t you want to ride?
Now don’t be scared woman, oh Lord, Big Bill is by your side
Ain’t you tired of seesawing?, baby jump on my merry go round
Ain’t you tired of seesawing?, baby jump on my merry go round
Now you ride with me one time, oh Lord and I declare you’ll say you’re heaven bound
Play it, boy!
Catch a good hold with your hand, baby, set your feet just right
Catch a good hold with your hand, darling, set your feet just right
I’m gonna give you a good ride baby, ooh Lord, I’m gonna try to dog my mind
You want to ride easy, baby jump on my merry go round
You want to ride easy, now jump on my merry go round
Lord I declare it’s made out of hickory wood woman, ooh Lord, you sure can’t break her down
Sabah kalkip aynaya baktim
Ruhum bedenimi begenmedi
Berlin’de bir cafe’de, londra’da konserde
Paris’in bir köprüsünde öpüsen bir bedeni istedi durdu
Kendimi sevdigimi, sabrederse onu güldürecegimi
Sehrin güzelligini, doganin cömertligini
Hatirlatip anlatsam bile
Baska bir bedeni istedi durdu
Sali sallansa, beni baska yerlere atsa
Aynaya baktigimda kendimle bütünlesecek miyim diye sormasam
Bu sehir ne gitmeme,
Ne kalmama izin veriyor
Hayallerimi yok edip
Mutlulugumu geçici kiliyor
Çok sey istedikçe elimde daha az kaliyor……..
Sali sallansa beni baska yerlere atsa
Aynaya baktigimda kendimle bütünlesecek miyim diye sormasam……
words and music: Jon Bon Jovi, Richie Sambora, and Desmond Child
Once upon a time
Not so long ago
Tommy used to work on the docks
Union’s been on strike
He’s down on his luck…it’s tough, so tough
Gina works the diner all day
Working for her man, she brings hom her pay
For love – for love
She says: We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got
‘Cause it doesn’t make 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 and 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
‘Cause it doesn’t make 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 and we’ll make it – I swear
We’ve got to hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got
We’re half way there
Livin’ on a prayer
Take my hand and we’ll make it – I swear
Livin’ on a prayer



