nineteen hundred and eight-five

On no one 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 wont get mine
Cos I got you
Oh, I, oh, I
Well, I just cant enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind
On my mama, said the time would come
When I would find myself in love with you
I didnt think I never dreamed
That I would be around to see it all come true
Woah, I, oh, I
Well, I just cant get enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind