L8 CMMR lyrics

Good lover, good lover

Feels good like a long hot summer

Late comer, he’s a late comer

My man is a bad motherfucker

He can bring it, bring it all day long

All other man, them been wrong

Nobody will get to see

‘Cause he’s gonna spend his life with me

You can’t have him

No way, he’s taken ladies

I’ve got me his babies

Look at my ring

He’s going nowhere till this fat lady sings

And when I see his face

I feel like I can win the race

And when he calls, when he calls my name

I know we’re in the long game

Why would I leave him for?

I couldn’t ask for any more

I wouldn’t send, I wouldn’t send him back

He won me game, set, and match

Late comer, he’s a late comer

My lover, my lover

Shoots and scores like he’s Maradona

Under cover, under the covers

My man is a bad motherfucker

Anybody, anyone could see

I’d have caught him eventually

Me and him have a thing that’s rare

Other girls can look elsewhere

You can’t have him

No way, he’s taken ladies

I’ve got me his babies

Look at my ring

He’s going nowhere till this fat lady sings

And when I see his face

I feel like I can win the race

And when he calls, when he calls my name

I know we’re in the long game

Why would I leave him for?

I couldn’t ask for any more

I wouldn’t send, I wouldn’t send him back

He won me game, set, and match

You can look girl but you can’t touch

Don’t know why I love him so much

Can’t put this thing into words

My love for him’s absurd

And when I see his face

I feel like I can win the race

And when he calls, when he calls my name

I know we’re in the long game

Why would I leave him for?

I couldn’t ask for any more

I wouldn’t send, I wouldn’t send him back

He won me game, set, and match.

• Artist:Lily Allen
• Album:Sheezus (2014)