Bon Jovi

At the mirror you fix your hair

Shot through the heart and you’

You’re boy sits down to write

I’m here trying to make a

Call it social commentary Call

She wasn’t young, but still

I could roll the dice And give

She wakes up when I sleep To talk

I tried to make you happy You know

Joey comes from a sacred part of

I got the letter you left under

It’s pretty cold for late

When you walked into the party

I spent twenty years tryin’

We were young, unafraid We were

The world is cracked The sky is

For thirty odd years I was a newspaper

Everybody wants something, just

You wanna start a fire It only

Maybe we’re different, but