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
'Cos I got you.
Oh I, oh I
Well I just can't get enough
Of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind

Oh, my mama said
The time [bad word] when I would find myself
In love with you.
I didn't think, I never dreamed
That I would be around to see
It [bad word] [bad word] 
Oh I, oh I
Well I just can't get enough
Of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind

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
'Cos I got you.
Oh I, oh I
Well I just can't get enough
Of that sweet stuff
My little lady left behind

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