Nineteen Hundred And Eighty-Five

No one ever left alive in nineteen hundred eighty-five will ever do
she may be right, she may be fine,
might get love but she won't get mine
'cause i got you

well i just can't get enough of that sweet stuff
my little lady gets behind

oh my mama said the time would come
when i'd find myself in love with you
i didn't think, never dreamed that
i would be around to see it all come true