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   & 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