"Nineteen Hundred And Eighty Five" lyrics

Paul McCartney & Wings Lyrics

"Nineteen Hundred And Eighty Five"
("One Hand Clapping" Sessions Version)

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

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 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

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

Woah, 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
Well, she may be right, she may be fine
She may get love, but she won't get mine, 'cause I got you

Oh, I
Oh, I
Well, I just can't get enough of that sweet stuff my little lady gets behind

Shake it
Woo
Ah now shake it don't break it
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Ooh


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