Oh, no one ever left aliveIn 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 aliveIn 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...
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