Good lover, good lover
Feels good like a long whole 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 men, them been wrong
Nobody will get to see
Cos he's gonna spend his life with me
You can't have him
No way he's taken ladies
I got me his babies
Look at my ring!
He's going nowhere till 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 anymore
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
Under cover, under the covers
My man is a bad motherfucker
Anybody, anyone could see
