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 won't get mine

'Cos I got you

Oh, I, oh, I

Well, I just can't 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 didn't think I never dreamed

That I would be around to see it all come true

Woah, I, oh, I

Well, I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff

My little lady gets behind