On no one left alive in nineteen hundred and eighty five, will ver do
She may be right
She may be fine
She may get love but she won't get mine 'Cos I got you
Oh oh I Oh oh I
Well I just can't enough of that sweet stuff my little lady gets behind
Shake it, making on breaking
oh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
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
Woh I oh oh I
Well I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind.
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
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 oh I Oh oh I
well I just can't enough of that sweet stuff
my little lady gets behind

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