Contenders - Junior Prom

You’re dreaming of the future

but you’re paying for the past

It feels just like the first time

but might just be our last

So gather up the pieces

they’ll get you to the end

Say «We coulda been contenders»

Hell, the bars are filled with them

Oh Oh

It’s coming through the trees

Oh Oh Oh

I’m standing on my knees

saying.

Do you want my love?

Oh Oh

Do you want my love?

Sinkin' like a stone

Do you want my love?

Sink into my arms

Do you want my love?

I wanted to come over,

Show you true romance

I stopped in for a drink or two

and I missed my only chance

You could say I’ve got it coming

and I’ll get it while I can

and every punch drunk cynic

was once a younger man

Oh Oh

Hear me, hear me out

Oh Oh Oh

just tell me, tell me now

Saying…

Do you want my love?

Oh Oh

Do you want my love?

Sinkin' like a stone

Do you want my love?

Sink into my arms

Do you want my love?