Nineteen Hundred And Eighty Five

Oh, no one ever left alive
In nineteen hundred and eighty five will ever do She may be right, she may be fine
She may get love but she won’t get mine,'cause I got you
Whoa I, oh I Well I just can’t get enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind
Shake it, baby don’t break it Oh my mama said the time
would come when I would find myself in love with you
I didn’t think, I never dreamed
That I would be around to see it all come true
Whoa I, oh I Well I just can’t get enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind
Yeah!
Oh, no one ever left alive
In nineteen hundred and eighty five will ever do She may be right, she may be fine
She may get love but she won’t get mine,'cause I got you
Whoa I, oh I Well I just can’t get enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady’s left behind
…Band on the run, Band on the run, Band on the run…