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