Lily Allen - L8 CMMR lyrics
Lily Allen [Lily Rose Beatrice Allen] Hammersmith, London, England 🇬🇧
[Lily Allen - 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 men, 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 'til this fat lady sings
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)
My lover, my lover
Shoots and scores like he's Maradona
Undercover, 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 'til this fat lady sings
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
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
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)
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 men, 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 'til this fat lady sings
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)
My lover, my lover
Shoots and scores like he's Maradona
Undercover, 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 'til this fat lady sings
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
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
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)