Nineteen Hundred and Eighty-Five - Paul McCartney, Wings

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…