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Lily Allen

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    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 man, they've 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 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
    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
    All the girls can look elsewhere

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    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 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

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    Composición: Lily Allen y Greg Kurstin

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