L8 CMMR 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 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

[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)