| Good lover, good lover
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| Feels good like a long whole summer
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| L8 CMMR, he’s a L8 CMMR
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| My mind is a bad mothafucker
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| He can bring it, bring it all day long
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| All over my lemon wong
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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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| You can’t have him
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| No way he’s taken, ladies, I don’t mean his babies
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| Look at my ring
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| He’s going nowhere 'til this fat lady sings
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| And when I see his face
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| I feel like I could 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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| L8 CMMR, he’s a L8 CMMR
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| My lover, my lover
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| Shoots and scores like he’s Maradona
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| Undercover, under the covers
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| My mind 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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| All the girls can look elsewhere
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| You can look, girl, but you can’t touch
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| Don’t know why I love you so much
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| Can’t put this thing into words
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| My love for him’s absurd |