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

Oh, 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

Oh, 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
Well, she may be right, she may be fine
She may get love, but she won't get mine, 'cause I got you

Oh, I-
Oh, I-
Well, I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady left behind

Band on the run
Band on the run
Band on the run