L8 CMMR lyrics
by Lily Allen
[Verse 1]
Good lover, good lover
Feels good like a long hot summer
Late comer, he's a late comer
My man is a bad motherf*cker
He can bring it, bring it all day long
All other men, them been wrong
Nobody will get to see
'Cause he's gonna spend his life with me
[Pre-Chorus]
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 'til this fat lady sings
[Chorus]
And when I see his face
I feel like I could win the race
And when he calls, when he calls my name
I know we're in the long game
What 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)
[Verse 2]
My lover, my lover
Shoots and scores like he's Maradona
Undercover, under the covers
My man is a bad motherf*cker
Anybody, anyone could see
I'd have caught him eventually
Me and him have a thing that's rare
Other girls can look elsewhere
[Pre-Chorus]
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 'til this fat lady sings
[Chorus]
And when I see his face
I feel like I could win the race
And when he calls, when he calls my name
I know we're in the long game
What 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
[Bridge]
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
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
[Chorus]
And when I see his face
I feel like I could win the race
And when he calls, when he calls my name
I know we're in the long game
What 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
And when I see his face
I feel like I could win the race
And when he calls, when he calls my name
I know we're in the long game
What 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)