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 Whoa 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
Whoa 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 She may be right, she may be fine She may get love but she won't get mine, 'cause I got you Whoa I, oh I Well I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff My little lady's left behind Band on the run, band on the run, band on the run