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

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 till 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 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 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)