Oh, no one ever left alive in nineteen hundred and eighty five

Will ever do

She may be right, she may be fineShe may get love, but she won′t get mine

Because 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 a 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

Woooh woooh

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

Because I got you

Oh, I

Oh, I

Well, I just can′t get enough of that sweet stuff

My little lady left behind