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