Lily Allen — L8 CMMR
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L8 CMMR Lily Allen03:26
Текст песни: L8 CMMR
[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) [Verse 2] 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 [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)
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