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Good lover, good lover |
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Feels good like a long hot summer |
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Late comer, he's a late comer |
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My man is a bad motherfucker |
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He can bring it, bring it all day long |
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All other man, them been wrong |
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Nobody will get to see |
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'Cause he's gonna spend his life with me |
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[Refrain:] |
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You can't have him |
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No way, he's taken ladies |
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I've got me his babies |
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Look at my ring |
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He's going nowhere till this fat lady sings |
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[Chorus:] |
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And when I see his face |
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I feel like I can win the race |
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And when he calls, when he calls my name |
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I know we're in the long game |
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Why would I leave him for? |
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I couldn't ask for any more |
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I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him back |
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He won me game, set, and match |
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[Post-Chorus:] |
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Late comer, he's a late comer |
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[Verse 2:] |
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My lover, my lover |
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Shoots and scores like he's Maradona |
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Under cover, under the covers |
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My man is a bad motherfucker |
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Anybody, anyone could see |
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I'd have caught him eventually |
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Me and him have a thing that's rare |
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Other girls can look elsewhere |
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[Refrain] |
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[Chorus] |
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[Bridge: x2] |
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You can look girl but you can't touch |
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Don't know why I love him so much |
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Can't put this thing into words |
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My love for him's absurd |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Post-Chorus] |
