Woorden: Paul McCartney. Nineteen Hundred & Eighty Five.

On no one 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 enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind

On 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

Woah, I, oh, I
Well, I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff
My little lady gets behind