Lyrics Lily Allen – L8 CMMR

Good lover, good lover
Feels good like a long hot summer
Late comer, he’s a late comer
My man is a bad motherfucker

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

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

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