L8 CMMR - Lily Allen

Good lover, good lover

Feels good like a long whole summer

L8 CMMR, he’s a L8 CMMR

My mind is a bad mothafucker

He can bring it, bring it all day long

All over my lemon wong

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 don’t mean 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 could 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

L8 CMMR, he’s a L8 CMMR

My lover, my lover

Shoots and scores like he’s Maradona

Undercover, under the covers

My mind 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

You can look, girl, but you can’t touch

Don’t know why I love you so much

Can’t put this thing into words

My love for him’s absurd