Lily Allen - L8 CMMR Lyrics
Feels good like a long whole summerLate comer, he's a late comerMy mind is a bad mother*****erHe can bring it, bring it all day longAll over my [?]Nobody will get to seeThat he's gonna spend his life with meYou can't have himNo way he's [?] in ladiesI don't mean his babiesLook at my ringHe's going nowhere till this fat lady singsAnd when I see his faceI feel like I could win the raceAnd when he calls, when he calls my nameI know we're in the long gameAnd when I lad him fallI couldn't ask him anymoreI wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him backHe want me game certain matchMy lover, my loverShoes and [?] like he's MaradonaUndercoverUnder the covers, my mind is a bad mother*****er