Lyrics Contenders - Junior Prom

Contenders

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?