we've got lots of problems

we've got the rest of our whole lives

to figure out what to do with all the starry nights

oh no, it's clear, we won't have chauffeurs or gondoliers

but I'll serenade you every night, a little song for your lullaby

we'll play all your records, we'll knock on heaven's door

like G n' R, Slash on guitar

so now you see, I'm stuck on you cause your stuck on me

and it might get cold, but I'm here to hold

oh don't you fear, I won't go far if you are near

in time we'll tell, I'll throw my money in the wishing well