Nineteen Hundred and Eighty - Five

Oh, no one ever left alive
In 1985 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
Whoa-oh-oh I...
Oh-oh-oh I...
Well I just can't enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind

(Shake it...
Make it or break it...)

Ah, 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-oh-oh I...
Oh-oh-oh I...
Well, I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind

Oh, no one ever left alive
In 1985 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
Whoa-oh-oh I...
Oh-oh-oh I...
Well I just can't enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind

(Yeah...)